space-oddity's Diaryland Diary

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coffee break

[one-ish a.m. friday]
the moment the paper went under the door i knew that no one really lived there. i'm such a little fool. i haven't slept in two days. don't worry; it's not to do with you .. at least i don't think. my new found love for strong, black coffee has no doubt played an important role in this mess. i swear that while lying in bed last night i could feel the caffeine oozing back out of my body as if it had a strong desire to go back to the mothership. every inch of my body itched with what felt like tiny bits of caffeinated refugees pushing their way out. i imagine them quite similar to greasy grains of salt freshly shaken from a piece of fried fish or chicken finger, but i've always been known to break out in nervous itching bouts from time to time.. whenever there's a any great uncertainty or injustice filling up my life. it was wrong of me to assume it was the coffee's fault. i got out of bed and took a shower. i got ready for work three hours ahead of schedule. ..oh, if only that was still your apartment.
god, i'm delirious.

a man came into the store today wearing a planet hollywood sweatshirt which was tucked neatly into his stonewashed denim tapered leg blue jeans. a second man scolded me when i picked up his porno the wrong way.
"gentle!" i was instructed. "i don't like any dints or wrinkles in them," he said.
i set both magazines face up on the counter and instead of putting them up to the scanner which was sitting atop the monitor, i gently brought the scanner itself to the two separate bar codes on the two separate magazines placed so gently and neatly onto the counter. i couldn't have done it better if i had worn white cotton gloves and carried a ruler.
he turned to me and said, "i'm spending money like it's going out of style today."
(i hate people most times.)
i asked if he would like me to bag his magazines.
"yes, please. two if you don't mind."
okay. i figured he wanted each smutty piece of literature to be enclosed in its own private plastic bag, so fine, i bagged them separately in the two bags. i wasn't up for asking any questions. gently i bagged the porn. gentlyi handed him the two bags.
"do you have any scotch tape?" he asked.
"yes, i do."
i pushed the dispenser over to the other side of the counter.
he began to tape up the ends of each bag.
"could i trouble you for a third bag?"
"certainly."
i handed him another bag, and into this third plastic bag he placed both of the neatly wrapped porn parcels. he then taped up the third bag. smiling, he turned to the door.
"have a nice day," he said.

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i need a fucking break. i need something like you.

7:00 pm - Friday, Feb. 15, 2002

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