othelladub's Diaryland Diary

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elusive cockfighting

Chris and I had kind of a big blowout argument about the 'con and different stuff the other night. I was bs'ing with him on the phone at work, and then we starting arguing about some trite convention shit.

that was last night.

man ... but we've been im'ing tonight,

and we've both settled down a bit.

we're friends again, or whatever.

yeah, we're friends. he's one of my best. we're very different, but we back each other up.

as a matter of fact, i don't think i have many friends very much like me.

kind of lonely, but ...

not that i'm some unique, beautiful person. i'm just tired of people, and buildings, and bullshit.

i get claustrophobic, or whatever the fucking word is, when there are more than two other people in a room with me.

once there are more than 4 or 5 people in a room together, one can be assured that shit-talking will commence, or has.

i shouldn't care. and they're definitely not shit-talking about me, because i'm boring. and self deprecating, as evidenced. ooh yeh.

i just hate how fake people can be, including myself. i hate it i hate it ihateit

and i still need to get laid here.

yes. where is that elusive girl who makes me shudder/wet/greedy/selfish/exhausted/shivering/grinning/madsaddepressed/excited/fiery/wiry/ankle creaky

yes yes

where oh where

2:59 a.m. - 2002-07-22

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