Written at Chapters at 9:04 pmI just saw some crazy old lady get escorted out of here by a rather patient security guard while she repeatedly poked him in the chest and swore at him. Sadly, I missed most of the incident. Apparently she was "trespassing" ... I'm assuming she tried to get into an employees only area or something. She looked a bit off. She was wearing a lumberjack jacket and sweatpants tucked into Converse high tops, and her hair was all long and grey and gnarly. The way she was ranting and raving, it was pretty clear she was a few chocolate chips short of a cookie.
We could all be just a hair trigger away from snapping. You never know. I could snap right now.
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Hmm ... nope, I'm still good.
They're playing Wilson Phillips right now. Does anyone still listen to them? And does anyone else find it weird that they all sang every line of their songs together, no solos whatsoever? Well, at least not in that "Hold On" song ... and someone told me all their songs were sung in complete sync like that, too. Very odd. No ... very uninteresting.
Hey, did you notice the guestbook? The signers who were referred here by one of my cards? I thought it was pretty cool ...
Argh. Wilson Phillips has ended, and now "Step by Step" by the fucking New Kids on the Block is playing. This is just wrong. Someone here must be trying to be all "camp" tonight. But if Milli Vanilli starts playing, I may be forced to leave.
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Oh my god. It's not Milli Vanilli. It's "Pump Up the Jam"! Oh, I can't possibly leave now ... this is too eerie. I'll stay ... "Walk Like an Egyptian" by the Bangles can't be far away ...
This is bringing back the oddest childhood memories. I'm either amused or disturbed. I can't decide which.
OK, enough writing, I have book browsing to do.
Back to the present.
You know what's funny? I started my other diary as a place to vent, but it's mainly full of one or two-sentence entries.
Maybe it's the freedom of not having to entertain that I like.
Things are blah right now.
I was going to stop staying online this late, wasn't I?
Fuck.
Goodnight.
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