Oct. 14th, 2007

impthefirst: (lonely)
You know what's fun? Spending all week trying to hunt someone down, only to be thwarted at every turn. So then you're left, relatively alone, to ponder whether someone is avoiding you, or whether this is one of those big [small, really, but it seems big at the time, as all little hearbreaking dramas tend to seem] cosmic mixups life seems to favor so much. And it's not like someone else's input will really help, although you kind of wish you could articulate it so that you didn't sound as pathetic as you imagine you are, and in some way so as to relieve the building bubble of insanity, but alas, it was not to be. So instead you're sure you sound quite crazy, but what else can you do?

I dunno. Stalking in all it's forms has failed and I can't find the phone number and I'm sure it wouldn't make much difference as I've been left in limbo for the better part of a week. I'd say someone's either in traction, or they're going to be really soon.

I much prefer indignant rage to this horrible woe-is-me feeling. It's not often that I feel like drinking, but lately it's a good thing my brother drinks [and then subsequently pukes] everything he can find that's even vaguely alcoholic. Otherwise there might be something left for the rest of the world.

*marries icon and registers for acres of glassware*

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