I Try Not To Be a Starfucker

So forgive me if this post screams of "I was outside a dead famous person's place last night, and that makes me great!"

Anyhoo, last night I almost got into a fight with a guy. I was with two co-workers heading to a bar, and we had to pass by Heath Ledger's building to get there. And even though the body had already been removed, the street was swamped with media, fans, and people with nothing better to do than stare at a building. And I needed cash so I stopped at a bank across the street, and some nitwit was sitting on the steps of the bank, blocking the entrance with his laptop and camera and blackberry. He even gave me a nasty look when I said, "Excuse me" so I could get to the ATM machine. My friends talked me down, but when we got about a block away, I screamed out something like, "The bank is for taking out money, not for working on your f'in celebrity blog."

I need to remind myself that caffeine doesn't energize me; it just adds frustration and rage to my exhaustion.

And also, on the way home tonight, some homeless lady said, "I want your hair." And as I'm passing her, I said, "What?" And she repeated, "I want your hair." And I know I'm not supposed to talk to homeless people, but I said, "$600." And I'm walking away, and she's screaming, "$600? $600?" like I was serious. And then I got scared that she was going to chase me with a pair of scissors so I walked really fast, which was good because I just made my train. So everything happens for a reason.