Rarrr....
It is a sad thing when your entire day is spent thinking about how much you hate that fucking whore.
So, last night I had dinner with some schizophrenics. It was interesting, at first most of us were rather unnerved. We huddled in little groups staring wide-eyed at the people. Way to be future psychologists of tomorrow. *rolls eyes* Eventually, I tried my hand at being friendly and open. I played pool with Captain lieutenant Willcox (I think that was his name). The man was clearly either schizoaffect or full-blown schizophrenic. His affect was flat...completely and utterly flat. He also had delusions of being in the army, a man of rank and importance. Further he thought I was related to Carol O'Connor...but that's an entirely different topic ^_~. Captain was an incredible pool player, and seeing as I am not, he showed me some shots I would never have made on my own let alone seen them. We had a good time and I'm definately pleased we met.
Meg, on the other hand, was a little more interesting. Definate obsessive complusive personality disorder. "Ma'am...ma'am," a light hand flutters across mine, "I just wanted to tell you that you have beautiful hair.....even if you did steal one of the rubberbands from dinner to do that."
I smile kindly, "Actually, I didn't steal one of the rubberbands but thank you for the compliment it was very nice."
"I also like your bead." She continued pointing to my necklace.
"Oh," I blush, "Thanks again!"
"Where did you get it? Can I have one? Is it hand-made?" the elderly woman pauses for a breath before barrelling on, "Next time you come here drop it off at the finance department in the care of W. Russel. Remember that, please. W. Russel. Yeah. I really like it. Where did it come from?"
From there I went and saw Chas. We cruised over to Charlotte, walked the pier, checked out the ferry, followed a firetruck just to figure out whose it was (obsessed? Nahhh), and chatted. It was nice.
Eh, earlier this week I was attacked again by Issac. Thought I was going to die. Betty thought I was going to die.
Found out if you hold onto a leash attached to the back of a scooter and sit in a rolly desk chair it is the shit. Especially corners.
Everyone is leaving....I want them to stay. ~_~
So, last night I had dinner with some schizophrenics. It was interesting, at first most of us were rather unnerved. We huddled in little groups staring wide-eyed at the people. Way to be future psychologists of tomorrow. *rolls eyes* Eventually, I tried my hand at being friendly and open. I played pool with Captain lieutenant Willcox (I think that was his name). The man was clearly either schizoaffect or full-blown schizophrenic. His affect was flat...completely and utterly flat. He also had delusions of being in the army, a man of rank and importance. Further he thought I was related to Carol O'Connor...but that's an entirely different topic ^_~. Captain was an incredible pool player, and seeing as I am not, he showed me some shots I would never have made on my own let alone seen them. We had a good time and I'm definately pleased we met.
Meg, on the other hand, was a little more interesting. Definate obsessive complusive personality disorder. "Ma'am...ma'am," a light hand flutters across mine, "I just wanted to tell you that you have beautiful hair.....even if you did steal one of the rubberbands from dinner to do that."
I smile kindly, "Actually, I didn't steal one of the rubberbands but thank you for the compliment it was very nice."
"I also like your bead." She continued pointing to my necklace.
"Oh," I blush, "Thanks again!"
"Where did you get it? Can I have one? Is it hand-made?" the elderly woman pauses for a breath before barrelling on, "Next time you come here drop it off at the finance department in the care of W. Russel. Remember that, please. W. Russel. Yeah. I really like it. Where did it come from?"
From there I went and saw Chas. We cruised over to Charlotte, walked the pier, checked out the ferry, followed a firetruck just to figure out whose it was (obsessed? Nahhh), and chatted. It was nice.
Eh, earlier this week I was attacked again by Issac. Thought I was going to die. Betty thought I was going to die.
Found out if you hold onto a leash attached to the back of a scooter and sit in a rolly desk chair it is the shit. Especially corners.
Everyone is leaving....I want them to stay. ~_~