uncaringmachine

SO! The second date sorta thing. Now, if you read my last journal, I said that things were bad the first half, then we started drinking and the second half was pretty darn good. Well, last night we attempted to go to Bonaventure Cemetary, but for some reason, and I don't know HOW this happened, I went down the wrong street and ended up downtown instead. I've NEVER not been able to find my way to Bonaventure before, so that was odd. Anyhoo, we instead stayed downtown and I decided to show her what we refer to here as Echo Square, this bizarre square downtown that if you stand directly in the center of it, and speak, your voice echoes all around you, as if it's not even coming from your mouth. It's freaky as hell, at least to those who haven't tried it before. It's neat. Okay, so she was all embarassed to do it because it was still sorta light outside and this huge group of tourists were right there getting ready to go one of the many ghost tours we have here, Savannah being one of the most haunted cities in the US. So I couldn't get her to stand on it. Eh. Oh, and bugs were out in full force, biting my head, my arms, I even think one went down my throat and bit one of my testicles from the inside, there were that many. One of the many things I dislike about ole Savanny. Alas, so we went into a bar on Riverstreet and had a beer. Ah, here comes the alcohol, right? Heh. Well, she was SOOOO boring to me and acting the exact same way she was the night before, that I just had it. So I told her this wasn't going to work out, she's not giving me anything to work with, I can't deal with her attitude, yadda yadda. And for some strange reason she just keeps trying to make it work. Funny. Never had someone attempt to make things right so much. I told her there was no point in us hanging out and she still wouldn't accept no for an answer. BUT, and I don't know why, after we got back in the car and started driving, I just said to fucks sake with it and started getting all hyper and just babbling on and on about random stuff and attempting to be funny, and it just started working. I think maybe because I don't care, that it works? I dunno. Oh, and after a while I found out she was sorta half baked on weed, and we stopped at a park and she lit up again, and everything was pretty much fine after that. We have this sorta love/hate thing going on, and it's crazy. What am I doing? Damn. I think it's kinda fun actually. That I can say and act any way I want and it's fine. Ha. Methinks I shall enjoy this.......Ah, and all my cleaning went fine yesterday as well. Changed the toilet seat, cleaned the bathroom to perfection, cleaned the living room and threw away tons of junk I don't need, cleaned the kitchen......and then I come home today to find my roommate's shoes and an empty Gatorade bottle in the living room. That pisses me off. I do all this cleaning and the junkiness begins anew. BUT, it is his place, damnit. Someone take me in, please? I clean up real nice, and I bring you your slippers when you come home.......

P.s. when you breathe I wanna be the air for you....

p.p.s. Lookit! I borrowed a digital camera and took some pics of, well, me. Marvel at my masculinity!!!!!!!