It has been established that I work at a camera store. OK. So. There's this guy who used to work there but does so no longer. A) I don't think he knows this site exists, so I'll write about him all I want. B) Even if he did, that's fine too. See, I don't ever say anything here that I would later regret. P.S. You guys are missing out on some of the best stories. Sex. Drugs. Rock'n'Roll. OK. So. When he was still working with us, he asked if he could take some pictures of me when it warmed up outside. I said sure. Hey, free headshots, you know? Then he left at 1 (because that's when he always left to go to his other job) and some pictures he had taken were just being printed. And I'm pretty sure it was the lab tech I love who handed me these pictures to look at. They were of an ugly girl with a crazy eye (which, quite frankly, frightened me) and she was all trying to pose sexy-like. Except it wasn't working. All I could stare at was the fact that her huge bulbous eyes were not quite focusing on the same spot. And then her shirt was off. And she really should never have done that. So I'm thinkin' "What the hell kind of pictures do you want me to pose for, 'cause I ain't gettin' nekked for you!" Months pass, he quits/gets fired, and every once in a while he'll come in and remind me of my binding promise. Fine, no problem. Well, he came in today, and I swear to god this is what he said:

"So, are you still interested in posing for me? Because it's starting to warm up outside, and I was thinking that maybe some weekend we could get together. We could go to Cox Arboritum, or, acutally, I have some backdrops at my place, and we could shoot at my apartment. Do you have any special outfits or poses you want to do? Because I'm single now, so it won't be a problem. See, before, when I had a girlfriend, I was kind of limited in what I could do, but I don't have a girlfriend anymore. I'm single now. So if you have any poses or special outfits you want to wear, you know, you can. Because I'm single."

And I think he wanted my response to be:

"Acutally, I was hoping to start my own porn site, so if you could take provocative pictures with me and some broccoli, that would be fabulous."

And he said some similar things to my lab tech I love, which I will not print here, seeing as I haven't asked for her permission to spout stuff on the web. But you get the picture. On another note, Heather got her wedding dress. So that answered the question of how formal this is going to be. I'm a bridesmaid for her and she sent me a swatch of fabric. Well, I got this great idea to make my own dress, seeing as I already spent $250 on a seafoamgreen dress for Meredith's wedding (in April, p.s.). Besides, I never figured Heather for an actual wedding dress kinda gal. Not that she would wear a tux, I just thought it would be less formal. I don't know, I've never attended/been part of/know anything about gay homosexual weddings. So I'm not going to try to make this fancy-shmancy dress. I'm actually going to buy it. But I really like how they (her and Amy) worked that part out. I got this swatch of material and was told to match the color and fabric. Which means I get to buy something that I like and that I look nice in. Not that I look bad in Mem's dress. I actually like it a lot more than I though I would. But the fact that I get to be in charge of that aspect makes me happy. So, that's that. My eyes are going crazy from looking at the computer screen for so long. I need to go to bed.