Sep 18, 2005 00:33
What a depressing day.
Some people need to hurry up and move away.
Nothing at all happenned today. My best hour was eating at Zims. I hate talking to strangers. I need alcohol as a lubricant to meet anyone, and even then its just sloppy drunk mindlessness. Insanity takes hold here and runs me in circles. My throat is tired, like I've been talking too much today. Maybe I'm just sick of always saying the same thing. Everything is a variation on a theme.
I can't meet anyone unless I meet someone, which causes catch-22 references, and I haven't read the book. I have read part of phil helmouth's book, and it was a waste of an hour. Everyone I know is a jackal, and I don't mean at the poker table. Must find something to pour myself into. I mistyped that as pout, which is very appropriate.
Yay
people are either uninteresting, or interesting but flawed in some other way. Like too hopeful, in that naive, but its not cute kind of way. Or too crazily active. Or think they are active when they aren't. Caught between a rock and a bored place.
Yay again.
Heres to hoping for a plane crash
Stu