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A little glimpse inside my head. Be careful. It's a mess in here.

Thursday, October 09, 2003
Libraries used to be quiet, right?

I'm so sick of the library. They put me on the list for a computer. I waited patiently for an hour. They skipped over me completely. In my hour of waiting I was hit on by some strange man. He's 25. I couldn't figure out why he was mumbling. Turns out his jaw was wired shut. He was in a fight and his jaw was broken. He had prison tattoos. He asked if I was married or had a boyfriend. I really need to learn to lie better. He said I'm a very attractive women. He wrote down his name, address, phone number. Below all this he writes: I live alone. Why me? I hope he isn't waiting outside...I can't run in these shoes, but I could possibly use them as a weapon.

In other totally unrelated news, I had a job interview yesterday at a law firm. I think they liked me. They recieved 40 resumes, but were ony interviewing about 5 or 6 people. I was lucky number 3. I should know for sure one way or another next week.


posted by Beth 7:30 PM
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Monday, October 06, 2003
I'm so miserable without you it's almost as if you never left

How disturbed does a person have to be to pretend an entire conversation just didn't happen? I make a major decision (rare considering I am the human equivalent to Whimbly fraggle) and it is just dismissed. So much for putting my foot down. Maybe I should just start throwing punches. People always take me more seriously when violence is at stake.

Anyhoo, here I am at the library again. There is a cop at the next terminal. Makes me un-necessarily nervous. Hope I'm not acting suspicious or anything. He's kinda pudgy tho, I could probably outrun him if I had to.

The RenFest was fun. Purchased new hairsticks. The set I got last year is now way to long for my medium length hair. This new set is just perfect. I am going to save up money to buy something from The Leather Rose next year. I was supposed to be doing that this year, but things change. I can't spend money on whips and paddles at the moment. Maybe next year.


posted by Beth 7:57 PM
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