Cliche

With nothing to do but e-stalk cute guys, have just found my crush's profile on an online dating site called "plentyoffish.com" and it's entirely off-putting. He lists "lying lazily in each other's arms" as a favorite activity to do on a Sunday. Good going on the alliteration, bro, but jesus, spare me the cheese! He wants someone with a "crazy sense of humor" and a "partner in crime in which to explore." Ugh, how provincial. Now I'm glad nothing happened between us, as unlikely as it were. I remember losing sleep over him, I remember running after him, and now, I find out he is nothing but a giant cliche.

Tampa is a fascinating study in sociology. Discovered this morning a coffee shop that was also a tanning salon-- that's ergonomics(and just a little gross). My parents were getting on my nerves so I bought them two tickets to a "cruise" around the Bay to keep them occupied and out of my face for an entire day. It cost me $220 and I would have gladly paid triple that amount.

Saw "Waitress" last night and liked it, very charming movie. Got hit on at Blockbuster by two men older than my father. One of them told me I had nice eyes, and I said(just to fuck with them a little): "What about my tits?" They were both taken aback and started stammering and one of them, quite dignified, said I had a "very attractive figure." It would have been hilarious to hear these old losers spewing some filthy stuff about how much they wanted to ravage me, but I guess my boldness put them in their place.

OMG, I need to get out of here before I catch some arthritic strain of STD. Boredom is danger.