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skazat pointed me in the direction of a lesbian meeting. I talked to girls. It was easy.

Me: "I like your socks."
Girl: "They are cyclist sock."
"I know, I have a pair like them."
"You bike?"
"Yeah."
"Road?"
"Yeah."
"What do you ride?"
"An early '90's steel framed Trek with Campy components."
"You have Campy?"
"Yeah."
"Can I have your number?"
"Okay."


Today: Destruction of trees.

Kids are so cute.

Last night we went out to dinner with gows to an ethiopian restaurant on East Colfax Ave., with my sister in tow.

My sister is 17 but mentally ~15.
On the way she said, "Can we take Colfax so we can look for hookers? I've never seen a hooker."
"Umm. Okay. It's cold and a bit rainy so they might not be out in droves."

None one the way out; but on the way back standing in front of a pay phone in the parking lot of a hourly motel, was a hooker.
"There! There's your hooker for you."
".... that's not a hooker... she doesn't have a pink feather boa or platform shoes and she's so ugly no one would buy her."

I'm STILL laughing.