Mona Lisa knows she can't Rome without Caesar.

I am not only a sucka for Smucker's jam, I'm also a sucka for random encounters with nameless homosapiens much like myself. Today one of those oh so vivid arbitrary confrontations occurred and rocked me to my core. Why I place more excitement on events based around people I will never talk to again than I do on everyday events with those I adore I will never know. All I know is that I do. So me and my mom were in Kohl's looking for my grandma an outfit for her birthday. This guy walks by with his mom and I glance over and he's mega intriguing. Like punk-black jeans, a pink shirt I remember seeing in Hot Topic, black jacket, black hair, nice little tan going on, good body type, only a year or so older than moi. I was like DAMN. He looked over and I was like okay eye contact. Needless to say, it was hard to make me eyes stray from such a perfect image. (What may seem like exaggeration is seriously what was going through my head. Pathetic?) So after Kohl's we went to Barnes & Noble ( I hate that Lynchburg store now because they don't have shit.) and I went over to the music section. I had finally made the decision to give in and spend $27. fucking 95 on Slash's new autobiography and was walking away when guess who walked by. Mega intriguing guy from Kohl's. We made eye contact again and I was like damn. I wish I knew that kid. I would be all over him. lol It made me feel all good inside cause I think he was checking me out a little too. But I mean hey- how many girls you see spending $27.95 on a Slash book. I am pretty damn hard core if I may say so myself.