One of my dearest friends performed in an improv troupe and, tonight, instead of taking various forms of public transportation to get to her show, I decided to walk. The walk was longish--I'd say I walked for about 2 hours. A good walk, lined with trees.
I asked a cute boy if there was a shortcut to the street I was looking for. A woman walking past decided I was actually speaking to her and insisted that she was headed right that way.
Great. We're suddenly BFFs.
The first thing she says of any substance: "You know something is wrong when you go to visit your boyfriend in the psych ward and the nurses are more concerned about you than him."
Um.....yeah.
Right.
What you said.
It was a long walk together. I won't rehash the details. I hope her life turns around though. She seemed sweet.
Friday, July 06, 2007
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Crazy people always want to talk to me. Apparently, I give off some sort of vibe that attracts them.
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