yeah, so i saw sean paul last nite. he was staying in my hotel. i didn't believe it was him until i saw him myself.

we were driving up to the hotel behind this huge black tour bus, and i was wondering who it could be. later on, i was sitting at the bar drinking coffee when my dad came over and described the famous person who was staying in the hotel. sounded just like sean paul. i didn't believe him though, because my dad is 57, but the bartended said it was someone by the name of sean.

i heard a girl gasp, so i got up and casually walked over to her general direction. there was a group of several african american guys standing by the elevator. inside the huddle of guys, i heard a jamaican accent and saw a set of rows. he was talking about touring in england. i just looked it up, and sean paul is about to go to england. hot damn. i still wasn't convinced, though. i got into a seperate elevator to go up to my room. when i got out, the group of guys were walking down the hallway. i followed far behind them, because i didn't want them to think i was some weird groupie. i got to my room and put my key in, happened to look over to the group of guys walking down the hall, when i see him. i froze, as i do when i'm in the presence of sexiness, he smiled, and they walked on.

he's so pretty.

so that was sean paul.

in other news, ghetto fab gave me a hell of a cold. and now i have mildly swollen glands. well, only one, but still. i know it was him, because he was sniffing and coughing a little right before i said goodbye to him that nite. fucker. yummy fucker.

i have to go sew some more of my halloween costume. it's not turning out the way i wanted it to. it's waaay too short. i literally can't bend over more than an inch or the whole world gets a show. i need to go make myself a pair of bloomers or something...