I went shopping with L today to make up for the last time we went shopping when I couldn’t find anything good. I bought four t-shirts and a … umm … a sleeveless t-shirt I guess. I can’t think of the name for it right now. Anyway, I have a tendency to shy away from buying anything colorful so I end up with a closet full of clothes with cheerful colors like black, dark blue, dark green, dark red … you get the idea. Not so today. One of the t-shirts is a color that I can only describe as toxic green. Yes that’s right, toxic green. I am just as shocked as you are dear diary.

For some reason now that I no longer have an income of any kind it feels really really good to spend money and lots of it. Probably not the smartest thing to be doing, but what the hell. I’m sure I’ll accidentally get rich any day now. *ahem*

I also bought some very nice flip flops. What’s not so nice about them is that they rub the skin on top of my feet until it hurts. They have these leather straps and I guess those are putting up a bit of a fight. No flip flop shall get the better of me though!

People keep disappointing me when it comes to paying me what they owe me. Two guys who live on the floor below me refuse to pay their part of the Internet bill. They don’t pay and they ignore my emails. I know they aren’t home a lot right now, but I have to pay the bill regardless of whet ever I actually use the connection. Seems only reasonable they do the same, but apparently in their mind it’s ok not to pay and at the same time have the Internet available to them. I try to be cool about it, but for some reason most people who ended up owing me money seem to think it’s perfectly alright to conveniently forget about that. And the shitty thing is, there’s not a whole lot I can do about it.

Oh well, karma will sort those fuckers out.

There was an accident with a tram so I had to walk part of the way home. When I ran into the scene it seemed like the tram had hit somebody. The paramedics were treating this poor woman who was screaming that she wanted to go home, but she wasn’t screaming like angry people do. You could hear the panic and distress in her voice. From what I could see as I quickly walked by she was bleeding to. And all these people were just standing around looking at the scene like they were watching some really good TV show. I’m not going to pretend to be any better then those people, because when I walked by I couldn’t help but look in the direction the screaming was coming from. Still, to stand there from the start till the end as I imagine some people did … that’s pretty fucked up.

What is it about others suffering that makes people stop and watch like that?

Humans are strange creatures.