  Example of how my braincells stop functioning once I admit I like someone: &nbsp; BunHug: Want a cookie? &nbsp; TattooB: No. &nbsp; BunHug: They're really good, I made them, and I make the best cookies out of anyone.&nbsp; That's my sales pitch. &nbsp; TattooB: &nbsp;....(looking at me)... &nbsp; BunHug:&nbsp; I've sold two of them allready, I'm a culinary artiest.
&nbsp; TattooB: &nbsp;...(still looking at me)... So are those for tomorrow? &nbsp; BunHug: &nbsp;Yup, Bec's a little slow on the cookie cooking, so I thought I'd help her out... &nbsp; TattooB:&nbsp; Bec??? &nbsp; BunHug:&nbsp; Long blonde hair, normally opens on weekends? &nbsp; TattooB:&nbsp; Oh yeah, she's not here as much as the rest of you.&nbsp; (indicating he thinks Im a looser) &nbsp; BunHug:&nbsp; Can I get you something?&nbsp; (Starting to wonder why he's still standing and staring at me, I know Im beautiful and all, but this is a little much...) &nbsp; TattooB:&nbsp; (indicating his steaming coffee) My coffee.
&nbsp; BunHug:&nbsp; I'm sorry, you don't have to get a new cup everytime you come in you know, free refills and all.&nbsp; (as starting to ring him up) &nbsp; TattooB:&nbsp; They threw my cup away!&nbsp; (indicating his employers at the tattoo parlor across the street) &nbsp; BunHug:&nbsp; I'm sorry, next time just tell me to shut up and ring up your coffee. &nbsp; TattooB:&nbsp; (Laughs as he exits) &nbsp; 
