Saturday, September 23, 2006

where the streets are hotter than the peeps

oh, Roma Roma Roma.

Rome is like that hot chick whom you spied across the room. Finally you gathered up your guts to approach her. Finances checked - you made sure you had enough money to buy her enough drinks to get her to like you enough.

Then you came closer, and you spotted slight oddities. Her roots were showing and there's a scar across her arm. But never mind, she's still hawt. So you came even closer.

You're finally THERE. With her. Then Rome opened her mouth and said, ''Hi.''

She had bad breath.

I'm hoping this hot chick would look better tomorrow. Maybe today I'm just rather cranky 'cos the sweltering heat got to me. Blahhhh.