damn. like that? sorry man. i'm surprised at how quick you're dusting your shoulders off and moving on. that's good stuff. even the best of us get shot down. i'd definitely talk to that UPS chick of yours if i was you. why? because she has a job. you work it right and she just might buy you a boombox. then you fix her car or something and the next thing you know she's fixin you up. continue to call the other girl "fishnets" though. that's her new name. not "kim". fishnets. like, "wassup fishnets." and that's it. nothing more. go about your business. why? because she's nothing to you and that's how you roll. you never know, she could always change her mind.
I love waiting for the USPS truck to come when she's the delivery girl
and I love watching her leave
but sometimes there is a fat bald guy that does the delivery and it's like I don't want to do either
never. ever. ever ever ever do a song dedication with a boombox. boomboxes are just your hobby. they don't make you creepy. playing "computer love" or anything by lifehouse, nickelback or the fray, on a boombox, as a dedication, will make you creepy. it would be the equivalent to re-enacting the love scene between anakin & queen amidala from star wars episode 2 with your mint condition action figure collection. creepy. and nobody cares. that type of stuff worked for steve carell in "the 40 year old virgin" but it probably won't for you.