just about every night i snap and have to leave my computers and be somewhere else. that’s usually a bar. yesterday was just like every other day…i stayed home till almost 11 and then just cracked. i sat and drank with strangers while stalking a myspace girl, had a few shots and came home.
here’s where the trouble begins.(he says after he’s been stalking someone)
i get on aim, oh look, Vanessa is on. i kinda wish i had the aim conversation before she tells me to call her on the phone. Here are the 3 levels of my reality….it goes aim, phone, real life. Now i make less and less sense in each of these. On aim i’m a pretty fun guy, well, except when im talking about cutting myself. Now on the phone, i gotta use that to talk to a lot of people, most of whom probably hate me. Real life, everyone hates me and is out to get me.
Now that i’ve explained that, Vanessa has decided to cross over into the next level. At this point i’m misspelling her name in the aim window and talking all kinds of weird nonsense. The jager, beer, sleeping pills, etc are not helping my ability to communicate with others.
I now know a lot about Vanessa and she probably knows a lot more about me then she ever wanted to know. It was probably fairly okay until direction when Tulia(sp) and Heather, her friends get there. I know for a fact that jager toad should now never talk to anymore lesbians, not on aim, not on the phone, not in real life. I hope i didn’t give her the infamous “every straight person is a little bi, so every lesbian must kinda want dick” line…
I wonder if my phone company can just shut off my phone at 11pm every night. Not a single phone call in recent recollection, except for the “omg im drunk at a bar please come get me” phone calls, has gone well after 11pm. Text msging too.
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