2001:August:27
2001


Has Thom Yorke read my words yet? (Oh sorry, I was draming or rather dreaming). Anyhoo, I had a bizarre drunk on Saturday night. It was all tenseish and yah. I mean, I've pretty much DECLARED that normal people hold no conversation for me at all. They make me bored as working as a secretary. So, here I was at my first social event. It was impromptu, and unlike usual, every person we even mentioned it to showed up with two hours notice maximum. I'm getting drunker and drunker - party because drinking is what I do when I'm SOCIALLY shy (which is only on occasions where strangers who think we might be friends occur) AND because my friends didn't offer me pot right away. So, I get both stoned and drunk - which is usually a lethal combination of hell and "oh god, why did I do that last night and did I say the things that I dreamt or did I just dream I said them" - but tonight I felt different on S and D. I was calm and unaffected. EXCEPT that I calmly and arrogantly interrupted WHOEVER to tell a calm and bizarre observation of mine. (One of my doozies was loudly but calmly stating that we all talk about each other and isn't it strange that our "close friend's veil" was on and always is?). Anyway, that was the whole point of this. Must run and go watch science fiction television.




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