Thursday, August 08, 2002

Well it happened again. I

Well it happened again.  I may need to put out my own eyes if I can’t keep from looking at strangers on the bus.  Either I’m the only person sitting next to an empty seat (and I wonder whether they can all just smell me, or can actually read the evil cogitations in my little brain), or the single weirdest person on the bus wants to be my best buddy.  A week or so ago it was the over-emotional transvestite; this morning it was Naomi, who wanted me to know about her wonderful group of friends who all would love to meet me and SUCK THE VITAL ESSENCE FROM MY DESSICATED HUSK OF A BODY.  She just got back from her vision quest and wanted to tell me about her conversations with the mice and bugs and such.  I couldn’t help wondering if those innocent woodland creatures felt the same as I did when trapped in a conversation with this pentagenarian pixie - like slashing their wrists (or whatever) and ending the misery.  I have Naomi’s voicemail number, but it’s only good till monday.  I am restraining myself from abusing this information, out of fear she’ll ENJOY THE HUMAN CONTACT.  She was so damn cheerful.  It was like bathing in warm margarine, talking to her.  From now on I have to keep my eyes on my shoes, the whack jobs can pick me out of the crowd too easily…