Oh, Pinkko. It could never work between us. I hate the cops and you associate with more than your fair share of unlicensed travelling pharmaceutical salespeople, who tend to be cop magnets. You’re moving to Berkeley. I live in a little box at the end of a dead end far from there. I don’t really like people. You have a hard time talking to girls.
And yet, I fully intended to finish up some work after Scrubs and before bed, and spent the hour with you instead.
Holy shit! I’m famous or some shit.And here I thought I was just wasting everyone’s time.
Don’t sell yourself short. You can be famous and still waste everyone’s time. Look at Paris Hilton.