I think I'm going to steal your car and go buy orange juice

I shouldn't drink with you, especially when you have to get up and go to work the next day. Even if we do have wonderful insane conversations, that switch randomly and violently between languages. Even if you do show me how talcum powder and lighter fluid will set a coke can on fire. Even if I do feel like I learn things, and that it's never dull. Because every single damn time, I wind up falling asleep in the shower. One of these days, I'm going to drown, and then what are you going to do?

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I can't tell if this is hangover or not. Usually falling asleep in the shower takes care of that, so I think it's just a headache from getting up at 5:30am to buy five or six kinds of juice. Also, our neighbors were having an incredibly loud domestic dispute when I got back. I called the police, but since I crashed after downing the entire bottle of watermelon/strawberry juice, I'm not sure if anything ever happened. I feel bad for their children.

Grapefruit juice is too acidic right now. I have a weird craving for gatorade or kool-aid. Or perhaps just Threadgills. Iced tea and fried okra. Gene is still asleep. I thought about it, but I'm not going to wake him up.

My first porn spam ever showed up in my email box this morning. Underage Estonian girls. How random.

Applied for yet more jobs, including one at the high and mighty private club at the football stadium. Just because it would be really amusing to work there, and the hours are good. Maybe if all else fails, I can become a Geek Maid. I can untangle cables.

You do what you have to do... I don't know what that's from or why it is stuck in my head.

Maybe Melynda will be home soon.

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Afternoons in Metro bring joy. Though I think I need a job with health insurance, because all that coffee is wearing away my stomach lining. I played lots of cards, worked on my short story, listened to my mp3s, and ran into Derek once again. He's been up to no good all summer.

The drama with a friend's stalker is bothering me a lot. It makes me uneasy and angry; it arouses that protective instinct that makes me want to go up there and kick this cretin's ass. Just because we choose to be vocal about our lives, to have ambitions, to dream, to be something, to be what we want to be does not mean that we deserve to be stalked or hounded. It's unjust to persecute someone just because you don't like them, and you have too much time on your hands to be a jerk.