angelsarenymphos

I got a lot done yesterday. Apart from that I picked up a hitch hiker for the first time in my life as far as I can remember. Seemed ok at first, she said she was surprised a girl picked her up, and I was like 'don't get into cars with boys'. She said she had a knife I let her know I had two knives so that got any ideas of funny business out of the way. She wigged me out a bit cuz she said she was a waitress with : stage 2 breast cancer, an anxiety disorder which required like 2-4 mg of xanex a day, a heart problem, bipolar, and probably one or two more things ....my thing is I'm pretty beat up by the powers that be with all the stuff I've been dealing with trying to get back to a normal life where I can more drink, party, work, fuck, and have the occasional fulfilling intellectual conversation with some one only to find out they're taken, normal stuff. So if she is claiming to be walking around like that and is a waitress with more health problems than me then she probably needs to add pathalogical lier to her litany. I don't know maybe I'm cruel but I got a weird vibe. Not good weird either. All I know is I'm glad I did it because no one should have to walk (non-recreationally) the distance she was planning to if I or some creepy guy had not come by. I'm sure my good deed will be punished as most good deeds are (or misinterpreted). She wanted to be friends I was just looking to be a good human and picking up stray humans in da hybrid is a part of that. So the story ends with me lying and saying I had neither pen nor cell phone to take down numbers and by the end of the maybe 4 mile ride I gave her a gatorade, my last piece of gum, and 1mg of xanex and I was on to my next mission......no one who I've told so far has approved of my decision to have helped this girl out. interesting.