I saw Jesse Jackson pick a boogie!

I always feel awkward when I’m in the IRL like at Publix or riding along somewhere or whatever and someone comes up to me and they’re like “FANLESS?” or “Hey, Christian?” or something and I’m like “Whowhat??” or just “Yeah??” and then they’re like “Hi, how are you doing?” and I’m like “…fine…?” when really I want to say “Uh… WhoDAfuxUis?” or something and then they’re like “I go to your site like zOMG every day!!111one!eleventyONE!!” and I’m like, oh sweet Jesus! as I try to hide my faggy shopping basket and hope they didn’t notice that I’m buying 4 different kinds of frozen chicken wings and not much else.
So when innernet/myspace celebrity Jesse Jackson (I would post a link but I’m at that place I get paid to be and I don’t want to be on the innernets looking up sites) came in yesterday (and again today) I avoided the whole, “Hey, you’re one of my myspace friends zOMG!!” debacle.
And now he’ll probably never know who I am. OH NOSE!!