Nice, blogger's working again!

Walking home from town today (after haircut, story to come) I got many-many looks from many-many people. Dunno, must have been a bit more sexy than usual.

One girl actually stopped me to ask what was on my shirt. I was actually feeling rather quiet and surly, so I didn't actually say anything to her, which is pretty weird for me. It went like this:

~James walkiewalkiewalkie, walks mostly past girl~
Cute Girl: Hey! What's that say on your shirt
James: Turns to girl, moves strap of bag to reveal shirt graphic.
Cute Girl: [Bursts out laughing] Hey, that's really cool!
James: Nod, smile, keep walking.

Weird huh! Why did I do that?