As we move to the next square on the calendar you're still out there trying to make a connection. Sadly you let most of them slip by without saying a word. We understand, no one wants to be overzealous and get shot down. If only you had some place to find a second chance. Oh yes, Missed Connections. If only you had someone to sort through and find the best of the above. Oh, right, read below....

Me - Large bag of decent weed You - Sad weedless coffee drinker (Epoch)

You dropped me on the ground today by the motorcycles at Epoch. It hurt, but not as much as when you left me there, free to be seen by the prying eyes of young caffeine junkies, whose slim wallets and appetite for inebriation pounced upon me in vulnerable state. I'm still quite full, as they haven't dipped into me yet, feeling guilty about smoking what was someone's most expensive treasure. Please come claim me, so I can bring my rightful owner into the bliss that is Reefer Madness.

Yours Truly,
Bag O'Weed

Stoner Alert, Stoner Alert. Here's a little tip for you Willie-Wanna-Bes, pay more attention to your business. Oh wait, look who we're talking to, nevermind. I guess that's why you're always wearing those chains, they're not for wallets after all.

To the people who just moved out of Fountainhead Apartments #239 (Fountainhead)

I always knew that you were insanely trashy people. You played the worst versions of horrible country songs ever - no one needs to listen to some drunk guy singing "When You Say Nothing At All" for hours on end at 2 o'clock in the morning. I don't need to hear how "that girl is such a slut, I mean, did you even see what she was wearing and how she was all over that guy, who is sooo hot, oh my God, but really he is kind of a jerk, I mean he didn't even look at me" while you're having you 5th morning cigarette at 6 a.m. And needless to say, when you're as overweight and short as you are, and running around wearing barely-there shorts and a tank top, you don't get to call other people sluts.

But it was what took place after you vacated on March 31 (which, I might add, probably not the smartest idea to be drunk while moving out at midnight) - after a week and a half of blissful, uninterrupted silence, we detected a truly disgusting smell coming from your apartment. Turns out, you had left the apartment full of trash, and it had rotted in the 9 days since your departure. You truly give new meaning to the term "White Trash." So glad that you're gone.

Rule of thumb, anything that attempts to sound fancy isn't going to be fancy. Fountainhead, Arrowhead, Applehead, HeadHead, etc. Just do what we've done and unleash a family of mice upon the place on your way out. Ps. We didn't do that at all, wink wink.

jail and extasy - m4w - 25 (6th street)

we got arrested cause your friend ratted on me to the popo. i wouldnt mind picking up where we left off... * Location: 6th street

Nothing brings a couple closer together like a night in jail and a few bologna sandwiches. Just don't call us for bail.

Dark-haired rockabilly guy at Texas Rollergirls bout - w4m - 32 (Playland Skate Center)

You had a blue shirt and you stepped on my foot accidentally while you were walking by with two beers. You were apologetic and I thought you were hot but was afraid the other beer was for your girl. If not, hit me up--I like beer and roller derby too.

PS-I noticed you were cheering for the Hotrod Honeys. I hope it's not a deal-breaker if I'm a Hell Marys fan (and I look real good in a school girl uniform).
* Location: Playland Skate Center

If you have to have a story about how you hooked up in Austin this is a good one. You should have asked him for the beer and you might have found out!

That's it for this week. If we missed any of your favorites
just post them for us all to view. We'll be back next week with a new
round up. Until then, may you find Peace, Love and
Connections.