Reading rosyxxx's journal

The other day I went to the 7-11. _________________________I was just bending down to grab ____________ and a butterfinger, when it slipped from my grasp, as a very drunk blonde-headed kid crooned into my ear from behind that he needed my number. I told him that I was taken. He inquired: "By whom?" I said that I was taken again. He repeated his question. I replied in my previous fashion. So did he. Finally, I said: "That is for me to know and you not to know."

With that, I went to the counter. I hung out and chatted with the dude behind the counter. ______________________20 minutes went by. I shielded my eyes, and asked the counterman if blondie's car was still there... he said yes, and _____________________. I suggested calling the police, which I did, and after that, blondie came in to feign getting a soda. Then he went back out and sat in his car for another ten minutes, before driving across the street to another parking lot to wait for ten more minutes. The milkman and I assumed that they might be sitting on that very lot, waiting for me to come out. They were. We found that out just before seeing them take off to the north, just 2 min. before two _______ female cops arrived.

The cops asked me what make and model of car it was, and what the license plate number was... the license plate number that had been readily visible through the glass until, say, 15 min. ago. I said, I'm pretty sure that I gave that info over the phone 20 min. ago, but.... _________________,here it is again. Not that they went screaming after him anyway, but you know... just for the sake of argument.

I went home and ate chocolate. _______________. The end.

In the interest of not being lengthy, I shall allow you all the privilege of using your imaginations to fill in the blanks.

My mind is made up...not like my bed, which is a mess.

This post was edited by rosyxxx on Jun 19, 2005.

Sounds like a strange and unnerving evening. I'm glad your ok.
It's soon to be the full moon and it sounds like the pull on the strange folk is already in full swing.
I know you know this, but please be careful.
There has been a very strong tide of something going on for the last couple of months.
Everyone here is going through some rather difficult things, and the effect of what ever it is that is going on,
(I have no name for it, other than a mass restlessness, kind of like that which occurs right before birth)
is making everyone a bit edgy.
Well more than a bit. Down right restless, aimless and often bitchy and crabby.
Me included.
And I suspect that the closer it gets to the height of it, the more strange and odd things will happen, as well as bringing the strange and sometimes dangerous people out of the shadows where they normally dwell.

On the practicle side of things, if you go out at night, or at dusk, take someone with you.
Two is safer than one.

Rosy, I have a confession.

It was me. I've been dying to get to know you personally for such a long time... I can't stop thinking about you. I spent hours doing make up, trying to look blonde and male so that you wouldn't recognize me as the sixteen year old girl that I am. I wasn't drunk, I just have difficulty walking from time to time because one of my legs is shorter than the other. My speech is slurred because of an awful speech impediment. The reason I was waiting for you outside is that I had, in fact, baked you a cake. It had little roses on it... you know, like Rosy? The police came so I had to leave, but maybe I'll catch you some other time?

I already ate your cake though.

For my next trick, I shall make you all disappear.