.Your imaginary friend.

location: Washington DC

mood: hungry

music: Too much Avenged Sevenfold going on in my head (no such thing as too much!)

Right now... I'm either in Washington DC, or I'm really close to it. I'm on a public computer at a college, which sucks because that means no AIM to chat to the people I was supposed to chat with. There isn't Myspace to play with either, it couldn't get around the dumbass firewall.  LJ happens to get around the firewall, so here I am. Damn, it'd be nice if I could tap into a wireless network on my laptop by my side. No firewalls. I can do the shit I want to do. So I guess I'm sort of on faculty territory right now, students are off doing some other shit, and I'm alone in this place. What's driving me crazy is that the community printer is in here so constantly there are teachers and staff waltzing in and getting papers that they printed. There's this balding guy in a red long-sleeved shirt that has entered this room to retrieve papers more than once.

It's really cold outside at the moment, just so you know. I wonder if there's a reason why the air conditioner is on. Right fingers are turning numb.... numb... numb... lost the feeling completely.

Lots of cars are going by because this is on a main road, and some times I find myself staring.

The guy in the red shirt just came back in and then he left. He didn't print anything this time.

Oh, now something's printing! I'm sure he'll be back soon to get that paper. Yep, there he is. Don't even have to look to see that it's him anymore. The reocurring "opening of the squeaky door" sound is really making me nervous. What's raising my paranoia more is that my back is facing the large windows so I can't see the cars. I'm just waiting for that printer to start printing out more shit for the man in the red shirt. Just heard the printer make it's humming "I'm going to print out more shit" sound and then the red shirt guy just walked in again to get his paper. He stayed in here a little longer this time to read over the papers really quick before folding them and leaving. The printer is now printing again. Red Shirt will be back soon. Yeah, there he is. This dude must be getting a lot of fucking exercise. At this point, I can clearly recognize it as being him because when he walks in, he sniffs (must have a cold), then gets the papers and then he leaves. Poor trees. Red Shirt just came back. Now he left again. Oh listen, someone's printing. He's not here to get the paper, though. Maybe someone stoned him to death on his way here.

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