Thursday, July 03, 2003 @ 03:06am | Entry no.234 | insane boredom ||   mood    bored   || ||   music    "better off alone" _ alice deejay   || It's 2:45 am... and I'm completely awake, and bored out of my mind. Tonight, I wound up going out with Kare and her friend April. She's only 19 and married. With a kid. Goodness. But she's really pretty though and very funny. Kare was originally supposed to be going out with Brandon, but as usual, he screwed her over, and we spent about 30 minutes driving around just trying to find something to do. As usual, we decided to go eat. We got into the restaurant, and immediately we all started flirting with a table across from us. Us, one girl whose married, and the other who has a boyfriend and the other who was supposed to be out with a guy that night. Shame on us. Kare wanted to be an ass and send them over a glass of water, with the message "it's on us, guys". My best friend, ladies and gentlemen. She's for real too. Ah, she wound up getting on the phone with my sweetie. This is what she said, "You have any friends? [pause] Well, I'm not looking for a relationship. Just a quickie" I'm crashing over his place tomorrow. My boyfriend is the sweetest guy ever. He always wants me to crash at his place, just so he could spend more time together. ((smiles)) He's so adorable. I don't know why I'm just babbling away. When I'm happy... or content rather, all intelligent and logical thought go flying out the window, and it's replaced by silly inane chatter. That and homicidal thoughts. I've been thinking of some truly sick and twisted ideas. I'd share, but this is not the place to do it, because, heck, what if one day I decided to go on a killing spree. It wouldn't do at all to have every single detail meticulously written out for the world to see. That'd get me caught. People seriously underestimate me. They think just because I'm "fluffy" that I'm not capable of being cruel. I'm dead inside. I feel no true remorse about hurting people. To be truthful, I get an endorphin rush whenever I know I'm the cause of someone's pain. I get a kick out of causing physical pain, but mental anguish, now that's the true high right there. It's ten times more exhilarating. Now you people reading this think I'm crazy. I probably am crazy. Ha, probably? Nah, I'm definitely crazy. And Jim, he was sitting there cracking jokes and understanding me perfectly well about my odd fetishes and whatnot. ((sighs)) Now, if the rest of my sweetie's friends are like this, I'll be in heaven. Ha, if my sweetie was like that, I'd be in heaven. Jim keeps saying he's a lot more strange, but he's not showing me that side yet. There was talk of being tied up and ... naughty stuff... but yeah, that's not kinky enough for me. Alright, I'm shutting up now, because Braveheart's calling me and it has some of the funniest lines. As the arrows come flying towards the scots, Stephen turns to William Wallace and says:: The Lord tells me he can get me out of this mess, but he's pretty sure you're fucked Gosh, what a great character. <33 toodles ( 1 ) deep dark secret revealed  unburden your soul  ( memory/edit )