Telegraph. Ahh, Telegraph. If you live in Berkeley, you know what I mean.
So yesterday, I was walking homeward and had to wait for a light at an intersection (too many cars, couldn't jaywalk, I'm not that big a dork to wait for the lights). This guy comes up to me and half puts his arm around me and asks me if I would hug him. Naturally, I say no, so he proceeds to smell my hair, telling me it smells pretty. Which it does. But that's besides the point.
At least he's not like the other guys, who ask me if I can take them home with me.
Ahh, Telegraph.
On another note, today was my last field trip for CRP 110. Sweet. Walnut Creek is hot, dang. And that's all I have to say about it.
So yesterday, I was walking homeward and had to wait for a light at an intersection (too many cars, couldn't jaywalk, I'm not that big a dork to wait for the lights). This guy comes up to me and half puts his arm around me and asks me if I would hug him. Naturally, I say no, so he proceeds to smell my hair, telling me it smells pretty. Which it does. But that's besides the point.
At least he's not like the other guys, who ask me if I can take them home with me.
Ahh, Telegraph.
On another note, today was my last field trip for CRP 110. Sweet. Walnut Creek is hot, dang. And that's all I have to say about it.
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