Old people are weird. I was in church on Sunday, and it was after service, yeah? So I put down my sketchbook in the room Mythie and I usually sit in after church while we wait for our parents to get out of bible study and go to get some refreshments with her. So I come back 5 or so minutes later and there's a couple of old guy's I've know for as long as I've gone to that church, so I go to pick up my sketchbook, thinking we could move to another room. Then one of the old men tells me he looked at my sketchbook and he liked my art. I'm promptly flattered, but then I remember what I have in that stupid sketchbook and I'm promptly mortified.
So I make my escape and we mingle until the old guys leave the room. Then we reoccupy and I told her they had looked in my sketchbook, and then I showed her the reason I was mortified. I had a piccu of two guys kissing in there, folks. And he said he liked my art.
It's very possible he didn't know they were two guys, because one of them had long hair, but I'm still properly freaked out, peoples.
In other news, I like hot fudge sundaes. (procured at Sonic - not the Sonic you work at, Mythie, sorry.)
Se ya later, Fuu-chan
 Fuzen-sama · Wed Aug 08, 2007 @ 04:18am · 3 Comments |
