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first entry. perfect timing. in Soul Barfin'

  • Aug. 28, 2013, 5:11 p.m.
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It's raining. I heard one clap of thunder and then I'm noticing as I'm walking sans umbrella getting soaked down the street that people are on their phones like it's some kind of emergency. "THIS IS SCARY AS SHIT. IM LOOKING AT MY RADAR NOW. EVERYTHINGS OKAY HERE."

Bitch where I come from it storms all the time. Tornados actually. Oh what would these poor people do.

I was planning anyway to go sit at my favourite coffee shop and write this article that I am supposed to finish by Thursday but of course since nobody was prepared for the rain there are 234 people here and every seat is taken. This also means that the main reason I come to this place isn't in effect (mugs). They're giving out disposable cups because of the overflow of people. Ugh.

I actually find a table, including a chair with back support. Suddenly I look up and I see the worst possible thing I could see. An ex. Ugh, since this is my first entry I should explain. Last fall I was confused about my sexuality and wasn't sure what I wanted so I was dating women. This girl was the one that I really liked, super beautiful, just my type, but obviously it didn't work out because I realized I was confused and whatever. I think I would have dated her long term though, if she was ok with me being the person I was...

SO NEEDLESS TO SAY BEFORE SHE RECOGNIZED ME I had to get up and move to the "bar" and sit my ass on a fucking stool. She wouldn't recognize me anyway probably I have lost weight and stopped wearing my glasses and cut my hair.

I hate people. This is so irritating. This place is going to be full until the rain stops.

Sydney wants to talk about herself in the turd person. Sydney wants a simpler life involving less attachment to her phone. You would be so disappointed in Sydney right now if you knew that Sydney was checking Sydney's phone every five seconds and getting really pissed off that nobody's texted Sydney back yet.

Sydney thinks Sydney wants to move out of Big Dumb City. Sydney thinks isolation is the answer.

By the way I'm from OD but I haven't written there in like 2 years so okay

In kind of a negative mood right now.


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