Huh.

[greenstorm]

Okay. So the thing that's been bothering me is money stuff. Big or little, money stuff is a huge, huge, The One, The Only big hotbutton headkiller issue for me. It's big.

So I was having nightmares, last night, about a pizza I hadn't ordered arriving for me, delivery, and me not having the cash to pay for it. Sounds pretty minor, right? But it's all tied up with nightmare feeling, and ties into my money issues.

So then tonight I'm coming home from play rehearsal, right before which something happened to press my money/stress buttons pretty bad, and I'm waiting for the bus. There's a guy sitting at the bus stop prank-calling his friends. What is he saying? "Hello, this is Dominoes pizza, we have your pizza here, could you come down and get it?" and that sort of thing. He does this for the entire fifteen minutes we're waiting for the bus. Then he does it for the ten-minute bus ride, until I get off the bus to get to my house.

For fuck's sake, this is a little too surreal for my liking. You know that being-tapped-in-a-nightmare feeling?

Comments

[greenstorm.livejournal.com]

Hey, they're the people who are 'friends' with him, if they wanna give him their phone numbers...

[wik.livejournal.com]

*eyerolls* It's a good thing I haven't been friends with a traditional practical-joking male in over ten years. I'd rip them a new one nowadays.

[greenstorm.livejournal.com]

Is it really traditional? Yuck.

Traditional

[dunfalach.livejournal.com]

Practical jokes? Probably, yeah. Prank calls? Only for the young and idiotic with nothing better to do. ;)

Re: Traditional

[greenstorm.livejournal.com]

I couldn't believe how constant it was. He'd call, talk for a minute, hang up, call someone else... borrowed his girlfriend's phone, called the people he knew off it...