|herein i will endevour to describe my perceptions:
||[Jun. 25th, 2004|01:10 am]
|||||the state of the nation.||]|
|||||crown me king- the number of the BEAST is my address!||]|
i left work & opted to come home, rather than go to david's. the art show jenny was attending with carla & andrew was begining at 7:00 & so i had thought (here, highly subjectively) that she would be home not long after me. i tried to buy groceries (was foiled) & washed the dished while waiting. eventually i got in touch with her, discovered her agenda, &c. on her way to the apartment from the subway, jenny decided to call me & invite me for a drink at a local pub. i accepted & met her there. it was strange. she had ordered my drink & sat it in front of a stool across from her, while laying out her bag next to her so i could not sit next to her. here proceeded a weird dating moment, like we were novices to each other. it was fun & exciting but i couldn't help wonder what was going on. eventually she confessed to having no intention of drinking another drink. she bought me one last round & then we walked home. on the walk, she started hitting me, open fist, on the stomach, & telling me she hated me. viz, she took some joke i made as to her semi-drunk state the wrong way. upon my complaint, she parlayed this into (as she later told me) into her reawakening her anger for me from 3 days ago. me asking her to stop hitting me made her think of my "mysterious bruises" (courtesy of shakespeare & co.'s counter, which attacked me while i was carrying buybacks to the door) & subsequently grow angry with me. so here i sit, drinking one of her unfinished beers from a few days ago. we left the bar with my arm around her, but somewhere she pushed it off. i went to bed with her, trying to read while she drifted off, but somehow here i am on a computer.