stradapult

Goddamn. No food in the apartment and I just read somebody's journal describing greasy hash browns from Denny's. Dan was s'posed to get some groceries the other day but he still hasn't. Damnit. Why don't I have a car?

The full moon the other night was interesting. I worked, but a really nice girl and her male friend who have been regular customers for a while hung around and chatted me up for an hour or so. They invited me to come to the next party they have. New friends are fun.

When they left, a man who always talks to me (and borrows money for cigarettes, which I always oblige because he's in bad shape for cash) came by. We had a short discussion about the coming war which ended abrubtly with him saying that he "could see that you're getting upset, so I'll take off now." This was preceded by him condescending me and telling me outrageous lies.

I can't tolerate people lying to make themselves seem excessively important, such as this fellow telling me he had many "important political contacts" online and suggesting that I was naive in so many words. My dad -always- used to do the same thing, so I guess it's part of an astrological lesson which I have to learn.

"Dawn breaks like a bull through the hall. Never should have called, but my head's to the wall and I'm lonely."