Monday morning I was getting a massive Starbucks coffee, because by then, who was really coherent? Next to me was a half nekkid Eric (Erik?) Roberts, looked as rumpled as I felt. He had on one of those massive tank tops with the huge arm holes--showing lots of chest--and the baggiest pair of grey sweatpants I'd ever seen. And he still looked a little on the handsome side! The baristas gave him free coffee, and me too (I have no clue as to why), and before I trotted off, I said, "Have a nice day, Mr. Roberts." He smiled and said for me to do the same. I would've said more, but looking like we did, I figured we were both just too tired for conversation. =)
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Date: 2009-09-16 12:53 am (UTC)