02.01.07

5:44 p.m.

i am so fucking tired. and bored. and tired. and tired.

and, honestly, why is it that the one moment that i decide to check out the personal ads on craigslist- that that one moment is the one moment when cute legal assistants that i want desperately to talk to sneak up behind me? why? this has actually happened more than once. and i never look at personal ads.

twice! i've looked at personal ads twice. and both times this has happened. and this was the dave eggers legal assistant too. the one with the nice hips. and then, of course, i feel small and pathetic and not so much in the talking to cute legal assistants sort of mood.

and then she walks away, giving me the 'what a sad lonely perverted (and i can just tell that you have a crush on an eighteen year old cam girl) dirty old man' sort of look.

but it's kind of funny when you think about it- if you detach yourself completely from the situation- you know, it's kind of got some humor there somewhere.

anyway, i don't think she likes me very much, this legal assistant. she's always removing herself from any area that i might soon inhabit. you know? like, uh oh, here he comes- quick, run away.

or maybe it's just my imagination. i don't know.

but, really, who cares?

i'm tired! quite. quite tired. no sleep. tired!

i think maybe there's a good chance that thursday will sweep me off my feet and steal me away from the strokes. they're good. really. they have the stroke's swank, but scream it out loud. they remind me of when i was sixteen and listening to minor threat.

ooooh! minor threat. maybe i should start listening to them again.

yeah stoo, go hardcore on their asses. haha. get all fucking punk rock on them bitches. or, maybe, you could get some sleep!

hmmmm? how's that sound? that could help maybe.

yeah, whatever.