  If anyone is looking for a little random male stranger attention, have I got a tip for you. Wear red lipstick.
I had not intentions for this practice other than, "Gee, I'm look kinna like Amelie...". But now I have found people will look at you. And your face! Not your ass! Especially people in Barnes and Noble. I'm not the kind of girl who seeks others to stare at her-- I've usually not even up for a shower-- but even I find that occasional smirk or wink to be nice.
There were two solitary Bush protesters by Robin's house today. As we passed, I flashed a peace sign at the very attractive boy holding his "War starts with W" sign. It made me heart soar to see those two boys seeking to make the world a better place. They weren't at a huge scenester rally or trying to impress some peace-loving sex kitten.
They were just two guys devoting their afternoon to helping our world. Oh yeah, I nearly forgot; Creed has broken up. Hurray! Even Jesus hated those whining no-talent ass whipes. I'm too immersed in Lolita to write anything else. I'll return later, when I'm finished perhaps, and hint as to my other (more interesting) developments in my life. Affectionately... Anna 
