All you do is talk, talk, talk...

I'm getting very tired of being talked AT. Tired of listening to stories of people I don't care about. Losers without real jobs (but with serious coke habits) that I don't enjoy on any level. I don't go out because downtown St. Pete is even worse than it was a year ago.

The circus has come to town and left all its carnies behind.

The last two people I've hung out with have done nothing but talk. Talk all OVER me, talk around me, and generally not ever shutting the fuck up. Or trying to fight people in Tampa. Or going on and on about this person on a bike and that person on a bike, and who hits on you and who won't leave you alone.

Seriously? At 26 this is all I get? What the fuck? Where is the line between normal and fuck up because I totally toe it and can't stand the extreme of either.

Why can't people just be satisfied with themselves to the point where they shut their trap and enjoy their company. God knows I wish I could... but your flapping jaws are kind of halting that.