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"I didn't know we could be that funny!" - My roommate Raquel after we finished listening to a tape we recorded detailing our encounter with a schizophrenic Christian missionary who also claimed to be a satanist and wiccan...
He showed up on our porch last night night in the rain. He was wearing a large raincoat with a guitar strapped to his back, and the shadowy figure looming in the darkness was enough to tickle our mystery bones as we watched him from my window.
We pranced out to the porch to casually "smoke a cigarette", hoping he was the man of at least one of our dreams. Upon closer glance, he was about 40, with some teeth missing, and immediately admitted to looking in my window because "God told him to".
My roommate claims I am way too friendly to strangers, and I probably am...ok, I am...I proceeded to bring the guy a beer, give him a cigarette and a guitar pick and pretend to be interested in what he had to say (and play). I made it abundantly clear that I am an atheist, and when he started playing freakin' Creed on guitar, I said "no no no, We don't do Creed", and he stopped.
Anyway, he was a total wacko, turns out. He had a major boner for my roommate and ended up spending about 10 minutes writing down 6 different e-mail addresses, 2 phone numbers, and an address where he could be contacted, even though I thought she made it pretty clear she wasn't interested, but he swore God had lead him to her.
Anyway, when we got back inside we recorded a half hour account of everything that had happened on tape...complete with spooky religious music in the background, and the most kick-ass variety of creepy chanting ever. Instead of sleeping, we just stayed up an listened to ourselves, and wondered how the hell we got to be so funny. Guess you had to be there...
He showed up on our porch last night night in the rain. He was wearing a large raincoat with a guitar strapped to his back, and the shadowy figure looming in the darkness was enough to tickle our mystery bones as we watched him from my window.
We pranced out to the porch to casually "smoke a cigarette", hoping he was the man of at least one of our dreams. Upon closer glance, he was about 40, with some teeth missing, and immediately admitted to looking in my window because "God told him to".
My roommate claims I am way too friendly to strangers, and I probably am...ok, I am...I proceeded to bring the guy a beer, give him a cigarette and a guitar pick and pretend to be interested in what he had to say (and play). I made it abundantly clear that I am an atheist, and when he started playing freakin' Creed on guitar, I said "no no no, We don't do Creed", and he stopped.
Anyway, he was a total wacko, turns out. He had a major boner for my roommate and ended up spending about 10 minutes writing down 6 different e-mail addresses, 2 phone numbers, and an address where he could be contacted, even though I thought she made it pretty clear she wasn't interested, but he swore God had lead him to her.
Anyway, when we got back inside we recorded a half hour account of everything that had happened on tape...complete with spooky religious music in the background, and the most kick-ass variety of creepy chanting ever. Instead of sleeping, we just stayed up an listened to ourselves, and wondered how the hell we got to be so funny. Guess you had to be there...
I am very irritable right now. I won't be in 5 minutes, but right now, I'm "a little explosion". I just wish one person who tried to peg me would say "You are....", followed by something that wasn't so blatantly incorrect. It's worse than being misunderstood...misunderstanding implies that the person has at least attempted to understand you...put some kind of figurative elbow grease into the learning process. It's those suckers that THINK they know you after a 5-line passing conversation. The ones that think you're only as deep as the non-words your eyes seems to say to them. The ones that will pyschoanalyze a facial expression before they'll ever really care what it is you have to say.
I can't say I've been truly "known" often, but I have been known well by a few, and they never made any attempts to "peg" me until they could predict what I would say if an old bag cut me off in traffic, or what I would do if the cashier gave me back extra change.
Perhaps some people are easy to figure out. I would never presume that...but not every mind has the aptitude to complicate the decision-making process or engage in deep thought. The irony of everything comes when someone claims they feel like they already know you, and also claims that you are a deep and complex individual. Hello? If I were that deep and complex, then shouldn't I be just a little harder to figure out?! Morons....
I am mine.
--tryst--
I can't say I've been truly "known" often, but I have been known well by a few, and they never made any attempts to "peg" me until they could predict what I would say if an old bag cut me off in traffic, or what I would do if the cashier gave me back extra change.
Perhaps some people are easy to figure out. I would never presume that...but not every mind has the aptitude to complicate the decision-making process or engage in deep thought. The irony of everything comes when someone claims they feel like they already know you, and also claims that you are a deep and complex individual. Hello? If I were that deep and complex, then shouldn't I be just a little harder to figure out?! Morons....
I am mine.
--tryst--
Slap a stamp on some sex and send it my way. Huh? Wha? What am I talking about? Who knows. I just wanted to write that. Would someone be my friend??!!
Please?
Please?
Hello all...name's Tryst. I'm a brand spanking new suicidegirl, anxiously awaiting my first set's debut. Kind of nervous...not sure when the "launch date" is...but hey, be there.
So, I'm sitting here, watching Skinemax and getting ready to browse this beautiful site in full for the first time. So many perfectly angled shoulderblades...ow ow...
I hate it when there's no closure. Today I read poetry written about me by someone who claimed he'd do anything for me. I haven't heard from him in 4 years. He disappeared without a trace...without a fight...without ever telling me why...no closure. And for that reason, I will never be able to shake the desire to remeet him...I might know what I did to deserve this punishment....but I cannot die without ever having told him how sorry I truly am....
So, I'm sitting here, watching Skinemax and getting ready to browse this beautiful site in full for the first time. So many perfectly angled shoulderblades...ow ow...
I hate it when there's no closure. Today I read poetry written about me by someone who claimed he'd do anything for me. I haven't heard from him in 4 years. He disappeared without a trace...without a fight...without ever telling me why...no closure. And for that reason, I will never be able to shake the desire to remeet him...I might know what I did to deserve this punishment....but I cannot die without ever having told him how sorry I truly am....
