Today I meet Jodie for lunch. Jodie is a British writer and is super fucking hot. She's supposedly writing a book of female surfers but looking at her, you'd think she's a Jeri Hall clone. And she's very hypnotic too- if she tooks to you, you feel like a little kid in Kingergarten that's been caught fiddling with something. As we're walking to LUNCH Jodie says she has to give something to someone (a parcel I believe she said) and she hands this parcel to a short freakish demon whom she later explains is a Samonan transsexual called Miki.

We decided to grab something at Ciao Trattoria. We get there and Jodie is real health conscience. She's one of those that has a reason why they don't eat certain foods. She starts grabbing a Greek Salad and even inquires whether or not the green bell pepper and tomatoes used were fresh. "I just can't stand places that doesn't serve a good Greek Salad". She says as she turns toward me. Normally I'd be like "preppy bitch!" but you know what? This whore is so fscking hot I just laugh it off and offer "I know isn't that annoying?"
I decide to go for the Meathe Pasta Carbonara with fettucini, linguini, Italian bacon, green pepper and parmesan-romano. Jodie's eyes are sky blue and her skin is flawless. I thought about nothing but her during lunch. She smells good too. I wish I knew what perfume she was wearing.