its a common scenario.
come home from work.
eight hours of picky coffee drinkers.
people at the house.
dont know them, all friends of roomates.
my oreos mostly eaten.
the bag so open the remaining cookies will surely go stale.
me not knowing what to do.
the last thing i want to do is talk,
yet, i feel obligated to sit down and be polite.
they dont know me, so they dont speak to me.
they just eat my cookies.
i dont know them, so i dont say much.
just sit there, wondering what would happen if i left.
would they think me rude?
would they even notice?
all i know is that i hate conversations when i am not a part of them.
sometimes, i even hate them when i am in the center.
i plan to invent a device that can make people dissapear at will.
9:34 p.m. - 2004-12-09
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