I was sitting in one of the coffee shops, resting my tired feet from shopping (it was the last day of the August sale!!!) when I began my newfound renewed hobby of watching people around me. This started when I was out alone lately and instead of bringing the ultimate armor of being by myself in a coffee shop, i.e. a book, I decided to just not care about other people staring at me pathetically and explore topics for my blog.
I scanned the place around me and I saw a kid around seven years old checking his Friendster account. On his page, there were comments that contained soft gay porn (guy in a towel -- just the towel). I shook my head. No wonder, gays bloom at such an early age.
I scanned the place around me and I saw a kid around seven years old checking his Friendster account. On his page, there were comments that contained soft gay porn (guy in a towel -- just the towel). I shook my head. No wonder, gays bloom at such an early age.
I shifted my gaze to another direction and there was this fat guy in a junkie shirt with green pants and a fishing cap. Ugh! Fashion disaster.
That was the end of my one day's worth of meddling with other people's exteriors. Bow!
