Ramen and Root Beer. These are the things of Saturday night, October 12, 2002.
Ramen, Root Beer . . . and Vampires that is! WhoohoohwahaHAHA!
But before all that, I was at the mall thinking about how on a cloudy day like this was a cloudy day, the mall feels more like home to me than anywhere else. And not even, I think, any specific mall. Just The Mall. Maybe it’s because it was during cloudy, cool days that I found the mall to be the place where most completely comfortable, the place closest to how it felt to be in my room alone as a child.
On Saturday morning, as I slept, I dreamt that I was in a cold, desolate city with tall, pale blue office buildings. I went into one and took the elevator to one of the higher floors. There were a few desks--not cubicles mind you--with vague people working at them. I sat down at one and waited.
Finally, a girl I used to know, named Jennifer Polinsky, came to the desk (it was her desk--she worked in this office) and was very surprised to see me. She was wearing a short denim skirt, a denim jacket, and a chain-belt made of hoop-like rings. Even though I loath denim, I thought she looked kinna cute.
So we hung out a bit and actually had a good time, which would have never happened IRL.
Sometimes I wish I could pause existence while working out certain things. Time moves much too quickly.