saturday, december 4

not that i'm inspired or anything. it seems i've been doing this journal for so long that it's become an automatic reaction whenever i am around a computer with a webbrowser to immediately start fiddeling and fuddeling in order to write a new entry, regardless if i have anything to say. gene can verify this, watching me type as he is. here's gene: "I am an intruder into this journal, but I oh so enjoy reading it daily (or as often as Jennie does an entry). Contrary to my portrayal in this journal, I am not that crazy. Only marginally insane. So, I guess that's it. There's nothing quite like invading someone else's personal space." yes, that was gene typing there. sort of when i made him write in my paper journal. (his contribution consisted of "hi, diary, what's up?") i feel all weird now. off track. re-adjust. okay. beer. --- as i was on the bus home last night a girl halted us for ten minutes. she was quite upset, confused and even more confusing, and we couldn't figure out where she was trying to go. eventually we just told her to get onboard, and the driver promised to take her where she needed to go, despite him going out of service right after my stop (in chapel hill - she needed to go to durham.) i tried to calm her, and she told me she had been attacked and almost raped saturday, and had moved in with her brother to feel safe, only she couldn't remember where he lived. she had been waiting for him to pick her up outside her workplace, but standing on franklin street on a friday night was begging for creepy strangers to approach, and so she'd just taken the first bus she could find and left. and that's when something in me i didn't know had breath kicked in. i started giving her local numbers to rape crisis centers and counselors, advice on what cafe's around her workplace are lit up and very safe where she could wait for her brother in the future, etc. i had no idea i knew so much. by the time i stepped off, she'd given me her brother's phonenumber. as soon as i got home i called and left him a message that she was okay and on her way home. and that was that. um. anyways. hen. me. hah. off to get icecream. beer.

GOD says: "stay away from those 'bridge' mixes - they usually contain odd soft things, and chocolate malt balls. ick. so. beware. beer."

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