on the up side
i hate when people write about relationships like it's the end of the world. i regret my last entry because of this.
right now, i'm at a 24-hour dunkin donuts, sitting next to a man who is quite visibly schizophrenic (nervous ticks and darting eyes and all), wearing an oversized pumpkin orange nightgown scooping a dunkin donuts "cappucino" (this means it has some sort of extraneous syrup on top) up with a large straw. now he's ravenously eating the drink, shoving his face into the cup, with his open mouth, his stringy chin-length, self-cut hair sticking to his lips. he's wearing fake gold accesories. and i think i'm in love.
oh wait. i just realized. he's actually a she.
right now, i'm at a 24-hour dunkin donuts, sitting next to a man who is quite visibly schizophrenic (nervous ticks and darting eyes and all), wearing an oversized pumpkin orange nightgown scooping a dunkin donuts "cappucino" (this means it has some sort of extraneous syrup on top) up with a large straw. now he's ravenously eating the drink, shoving his face into the cup, with his open mouth, his stringy chin-length, self-cut hair sticking to his lips. he's wearing fake gold accesories. and i think i'm in love.
oh wait. i just realized. he's actually a she.