Hi Guys. I rewrote my third chapter because I had intended to have him just waste her and move on. But I decided to extend things a bit. So, enjoy.
The MathGoth
Thursday
8:09 am - I havent even slept yet. Work is...taking a verly long time to get used to BUT I made a new friend last night. I was seating this angry looking couple and the woman decides that Nicely's looked too shifty, so she left. I made sure they were out of ear shot and mumbled "Its cuz Im black isnt it?" and I heard laughter behind me. I felt real stupid when I noticed that the other hostess, an actual black person, was standing RIGHT there, while little ole white me is makin' black jokes. But she seemed really nice about, and we played the dozens all night. You know..."you're so black if you wore a white shirt you'd look like a cup of coffee". I dont remember some of the really funny ones, but by the end of the night me and her couldnt stop laughing. And shes the REALY black, not like, brown and ghetto-fabulous, but the African black as night kind of black. With no accent so I assume shes from here. In America. Whoo.
Friday
Midnight - Just got home, todays my day off (whoohoo). I have a plan for today...I have to go like, bug my next door neighbor the Gothling because Im bored and need to make some friends here. I mean, Its been over a week (or even two I lost count) and I dont even have anyones number yet. Oh, but I totally scared the little kid on our street shitless by jumping out form behind a tree yesterday on my way home from work. He was outside (at 1 am, Im not kidding) in front of the Gothling's house (was he inside at some point?) and I just said "boo" and he...screamed like a mouse. High pitched and squeaky. Now, I feel kinda bad. Im a horrible person.
7 am - Oh man. I didnt even need to visit the Gothling, he came to MY house. It was around 3 am, I was watching TV and he knocks on my door. He was returning some mail that got mis-delivered, you know, my girly fashion magazines. He said he flipped through one and expressed that he hoped I didnt take my fashion and makeup advice from a dead tree and ink, so I invited him inside for sopme coffee. Witch he didnt like so I gave him grape Kool-Aid instead and we talked.
Man it was bizarre. He's really kind of a creepy person...finally I was able to have a discussion about how to hide a body effectivly. I dont knwo how that topic was brought up, but it was 5 am before I knew it...the sun was coming up. I swear he looked out my window with such distatse I thought he was going to hiss, turn into a bat, and fly out of my house back to his coffin. But before he rushed out, he asked If I wanted to join him for some canned soup at his house, granted I dragged my DVD player along cuz he wanted to watch a movie. His cable apparently was cut off for that whole not-paying thing. Cool. I made another friend!
Saturday
4:32 pm - I got work in half an hour but I think Ill take some time to express what we did this morning, since I showed up at his house at one am. We spent about 45 minutes plugging the DVD player into his television set because it was old as heck.
Oh, and his house...insane. He opened the door to me (wet from the rain even though I only ran from next door, and covered in mud since his yard is just...loose soil) and said to "watch my step". The floor was covered in broken glass from the windows that either he or some neighboor hooligans smashed in, the walls were filthy, and worst of all, he has weapons, actual knives and such, stuck into the walls like pins. I must have looked horrified or else just really stupid, standing and dripping mud onto his glass shards, cuz he waved a hand in front of my face, and when I didnt respond, he grabbed the DVD player out of my arms so fast, he must be a lot stronger than he looked.
I told him his house looked hazardous. He laughed at me and said to "not take off my shoes". Speaking of which, I noticed his were cool. Knee high boots, with metal tips that gleamed but looked rather scuffed, cloven like a cows. I remember some of the conversation we had while setting up the player, but I remember his appearence most of all. Let me be shallow for a second and discuss it:
1. Black hair that is either dyed or he is of Asian decent, which he is not.
2. Perpetual stripped black shirt that ends in coat tails in the back...which is cool because Ive never seen that before. I wonder if he makes his own clothes?
3. Beige skin. I wanna feed him some of that chunky beef soup...you know, the one from the commercials with the black mother and the football team.
4. Real skinny. Like...anorexic stick figure skinny.
Oh man, but we played some disks too. He has this wicked old stereo and some CD'S and we playedthe "Untouchables" album from Korn. He sang along with some of it, and it so scary,he has a voice very similar to Jonathan Davis (although he claimed that his name is spalled "Johnny" not "Jonathan"). Kinda high pitched and mental-patient sounding. But he sounds real hissy when just talking. Eh. Ima stop gushing about him now and like...go to work. Shit. Im late.
Sunday
Some random time late at night - Im bored. And I dressed goth today for no reason. Johnny's bringing out my inner goth...like in High School. Damn it.
Monday
3:00 am - Iforgot to tell him to notbe loud at night. Theres screaming happening again. Oh man, I think Im jealous. Theres a lot of passion happening too. Oh...it stopped. Ug.
Tuesday
10:39 am - Yeay! Johnny came over technically this morning with a can of Spegettios...spagettios?...something like that...the little hoops of noodles and icky sauce. He said he watches me walk home from work sometimes and I look tired. Too bad he such a playboy cuz hes real nice sometimes too. He also admired my journal (this one) when he tipped over my bag and spilled all my shit out (while passionately yelling about the decline of the humanity..something depressing like that). I wrapped it up in black duct tape and used my lable maker to print out my name on it...it looks kinda industrial and I like it. He has one too apparently...cool, I can snoop next time Im over his house.