I had a lot of interesting chats with Tia earlier.
We talked about pooping. Literally. Discussed our opinions on pooping in various levels of public places.
Then I embarrassed myself on facebook.
Then I embarrassed myself some more by just sounding retarded. Luckily, Tia already knows I’m retarded and nerdy.
I said I wish I could just meet a guy at comic-con. Because they’d be nerdy and probably nice, and wouldn’t judge me for being nerdy. But it’s impossible because I’m either sitting in line, in a panel, or running around the hall, and there’s never really a good time to just meet someone. Except in line. And I was always surrounded by girls for some reason. Not helpful. So comic-con is like ultra speed dating.
I embarrass myself thoroughly quite often actually.