The Kindness of Others
I was going to write about the interesting aspects of travelling via Greyhound but, all things considered, tonight's ride was uneventful. The bus was full (they even had to run two) and the mixture of people was somehow still not too volatile. On the way out of Eugene, however, the half-full bus was packed with... strange folk. Gotta love this town. I saw an elderly gentleman peddling himself around in a wheelchair with his feet. I saw a rather large, frumpy woman in a flowered dress wearing a purple dog collar. I saw two gnarled, old, black jazz musicians. One of them was blind. Some people talked to themselves... others talked to me, like the opal trader whose car broke down in new mexico. I talked to him for 45 minutes... and tonight I talked to a college guy who bussed up from the bay area to see a girl in portland. Dedication.

This morning was pretty uneventful. I forgot my brain and my reciept to exchange my defective Gap shirt at Justin's house. It was one of those days. Maybe it was the fact that we watched Ghost World before bed. Depressing realism does little to make life more vivid or loveable. Still a good flick, though.

I came home to again be dissapointed by my faith in others. Kim has decided to move out. Not for a legit reason like Alison did, but because she "doesn't feel comfortable." Thank you, Kim. I'm glad you're a flake. That leaves me as the last one who hasn't broke and run. *shakes head* and I didn't even cause this conflict. What a bunch of retards. I guess you can only depend on yourself. I hope I don't end up living with some freaky guy who decides to rape me in the night. It may be time to install locks on the knobs but... that might be bad considering my cat's dexterity.

PEOPLE PISS ME OFF SO MUCH!!!