Rover to Ground Control…

This is major tom to ground control; I am stepping through the door….
 
I am a vagrant…
I always feel out of place when I come back to write here. I do not really care if any one is reading this but at least I get to get it all out. Even if it is not poetic or beautiful at least it is no longer building up inside any more. 
Tonight I was working at good old Perk’ and a guy came up to the counter and he said “I am kind of nervous, and this is going to sound strange, but, do you have a boy friend.” I said that I did and he said that the pretty ones always do. Then he told me that I was a very beautiful woman and that I could either be flattered by this or think that he was a creep. I told him I was flattered and he said he was glad he made some one’s day. I wanted to say more to him but he turned away and walked out of the store. I felt kind of bad for letting him down but it also felt invigorating to know that other people still find me attractive, even though I hate the way I look. My manager cackled every time she saw me for the rest of the night. I did not see the humor in the situation. I think the guy was being up front and honest about his feelings and not sleazy like the guys who leave a napkin with a number on it. I applaud him for speaking out, because that is how you get what you want, and you might make someone else feel good about them selves on the way.
Any way on to other things. School is over now and I am working hard to make money to keep up on car payments and insurance. I am pretty happy with everything. I only feel slight dregs of depression once in awhile, and that is only when I am bored and have no distractions. That is kind of like my relationship with money. I do not use it unless I am alone or bored. If I can keep myself preoccupied I do not have to worry about spending it. 
On to another time… I have read so many books now that the college year is over. I read about five in one week, and now I have peeled through another eight in the last two weeks. They range from two hundred to four hundred pages, so there is nothing to overwhelming, but I love to meet new characters and see where their lives lead. I also like to catch the similarities between books with the same author. I find them sometimes repetitive and if you look closely you can find certain background characters that weave through all of their books. It is like an Alfred Hitchcock film, or a Kurt Vonnegut book.
I’m going to leave it here because I am distracted and I can not decide whether to scrap the whole page or to tear my own writing apart.
Goodnight and Good Luck