adventures of a psychopathic magnet

Who Needs Reality TV When You Have Reality?

To anyone who ever dares to sit near me, no matter how absorbed I appear to be some task, chances are good I am actually watching and listening to you. That means when I am sitting in a coffee shop typing a paper and refering to the text in "Lolita" chances are good that I am actually listening to the two guys next to me. One telling "a short story" on how he "might be borderline schizophrenic" but doesn't want to talk about it. And when your friend finally changed tables to sit with the two of you, though my expression may not have changed, I did in fact hear him state that he had just masturbated in the bathroom. In fact that paper I was writing, yeah, it had nothing to do with "Lolita" it was a short story about you and anyone else who caught my attention.
Sitting in Anthro lecture, if you sit in front of me and decide to take advantage of the wireless internet, I will read over your shoulder. So, to the girl who sat in front of me today, you tripped 'shrooms and ended up in Greeley with your pinky nail painted black? Seriously? Thats awesome, maybe not for you but that coughing fit I had was just me trying not to laugh.
And the other fav that was heard this weekend by Kiyomi and I, "I realize that my brother is fat, and I feel that if his hygiene were better he could totally date fat chicks."
People provide endless entertainment.

posted by lulu @ 8:48 PM