candle in the wind

...was just playing in the thai restaurant a block from my house

i'm having the type of day where everything that happens feels a bit more significant than perhaps it really is.

as i already mentioned, i just went to grab some thai food - a gesture of self-congratulations for actually getting my homework done before midnight, really, for getting it done at all. and because i feel too sick to cook.

walking towards the restaurant i saw that i was about to cross paths with a big blonde guy. he had a sort of julius caesar crop going on and was wearing some sort of unflattering leather jacket. still self-conscious about my own bizarro haircut (i look butch as hell), i smiled a little at him just before we actually crossed paths, and right as i did so he extended his right hand out from his thigh, apparently trying to solicit a low-five from me. too confused to deal with this suggestion, i just kept walking, "leaving him hanging," so to speak.

a milisecond later i hear, quietly, slowly and without any aggression, the guy's voice pronounce "cunt."

what's weirdest to me is that i had my hood up such that he couldn't possibly have seen my haircut, so i don't know why i even acknowledged this guy in the first place. despite not having any definitive, in-hindsight plan for how i should have responded, i feel very confident that i did something wrong.

and i forgot about my food.

theres a club if you'd like to go

ha. well i'm pretty sure i don't have a boyfriend anymore. make that positive. my life is a farce.

so i'm about to teach myself the intricacies of zombie/monster-drawing. never been one for scary stuff, but it's do or die that i get good at it - by tomorrow morning....aka i'm totally skipping

what has weed done for you?

plenty

seriously hate my life right now. so listless - and it's fair.
it's noon somewhere, they say.