Dear Diary,
I swear, three people came in between 2 and 5:30. Vonnegut helped fill the empty space until I looked up, and the man staring at me said, "And death put down his book". Before I could form a sensible response, the speed-dating crew barged in. Their stench of loneliness and nervous sweat took me back home to the memories of helping Mom get ready for her loser dates. Fearing a life of isolation, a ran out after the strange man. Troy agreed to accompany me to the bowling tournament after my shift.
Loneliness can kiss my ass,
Lucia Jayne
Monday, January 19, 2015
Sunday, January 11, 2015
Goodnight Friend
Dear Diary,
It's 5:30 in the morning, and I haven't slept in 48 hours.
After pulling an all-nighter to finish my lit paper and working a double at Sunny Side Up, my optimistic attitude New Years resolution has become exponentially more difficult to keep. I just wanted to roll my eyes and flick off the world. But, there's still hope of making friends here. So, when someone walks in to the diner, I spout the required greeting, "How can I sunny up your day today, sir or ma'am?" with a smile.
The unusually balmy day inspired me to go for a walk down Dreamwood Ave when the never-ending shift was done. I wandered into Frank's Bookstore. There was a guy selling a how-to book for making friends. Now, $10.62 dollars poorer, I read the first chapter entitled, "They Can't Be Your Friends If They Don't Know You Exist". Sleep called my name, but the city's buzz about a roof top party tonight to watch the meteor shower seemed like the perfect chance to let people know I exist.
The flu shrunk the party to a get-together, probably good since crowds make me nervous. I met a bunch of my neighbors, and got to know Tyler Jacobs. He seems like a cool guy, and like me, seems to be disappointed by this place. My wish on that first shooting star worked. I think I just made my first friend in this place!
I don't have to work today, so I anticipate a 24 hour hibernation.
Goodnight, or good morning.
Whatever,
Lucia Jayne
It's 5:30 in the morning, and I haven't slept in 48 hours.
After pulling an all-nighter to finish my lit paper and working a double at Sunny Side Up, my optimistic attitude New Years resolution has become exponentially more difficult to keep. I just wanted to roll my eyes and flick off the world. But, there's still hope of making friends here. So, when someone walks in to the diner, I spout the required greeting, "How can I sunny up your day today, sir or ma'am?" with a smile.
The unusually balmy day inspired me to go for a walk down Dreamwood Ave when the never-ending shift was done. I wandered into Frank's Bookstore. There was a guy selling a how-to book for making friends. Now, $10.62 dollars poorer, I read the first chapter entitled, "They Can't Be Your Friends If They Don't Know You Exist". Sleep called my name, but the city's buzz about a roof top party tonight to watch the meteor shower seemed like the perfect chance to let people know I exist.
The flu shrunk the party to a get-together, probably good since crowds make me nervous. I met a bunch of my neighbors, and got to know Tyler Jacobs. He seems like a cool guy, and like me, seems to be disappointed by this place. My wish on that first shooting star worked. I think I just made my first friend in this place!
I don't have to work today, so I anticipate a 24 hour hibernation.
Goodnight, or good morning.
Whatever,
Lucia Jayne
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