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:: Sunday, March 03, 2002 ::
Speaking of the DevilI went to Olive Garden for delicious soup, salad, and breadsticks with my cousin Janelle to celebrate my birthday (a little late...) and who should I meet there? None other than the Birthday Boy himself, Michael B. I was listening to Janelle tell a story when this kid started walking toward our table, but I was only looking out of the corner of my eye so I didn't really look AT him. He caught me off guard and I was like "who does this kid think he is coming over to my table..."
It's funny because whenever I go out to eat, I always sit so I face the door. I'm nosey and I like to see who comes in and who leaves. This particular evening, though, Janelle and I got into a little fight about facing the door. I kind of pushed her out of the way. But, we were celebrating my birthday, so I figured I could be selfish. I am glad I was selfish, otherwise Michael wouldn't have seen us.
:: Love from eLL 7:49 PM [+] ::
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