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*tosses a matchbook*

*Catches it and nods his thanks towards the other man before lighting up his cigarette.* You don't need that back huh? *He says pocketing it*

I'm attempting to kick the habit this week. We'll see how long that lasts.

Heh. Good luck. You'll never catch me trying that shit.

I need something to do with my time. Testing my control seems like it should do nicely.

You must be bored out of your fucking mind man.

You have no idea. Surprisingly? Revolutions are not as interesting as one would think.

Theres no fun in anything anymore.

Ah, well. Perhaps when peace comes things will get better.

Pffft. I wouldn't hold your breath.

I am a man who must be occupied; there is always something to occupy oneself with if he looks hard enough.

Oh, well, you already have one.

Yep. Too slow.

And now I'm back in Elementary School. Either way, I didn't have a lighter, anyway.

Oh, burn.

So you talked to me why?

Third degree!

...I was bored - and awake.

*takes a long hit off of his cigarette*

Ah. Hows that working out for you?

I'm talking to you, you tell me. Would you call yourself interesting?

That would be vain.

Or it would be honest. I mean, don't you think boring people pretty much know they're boring? It's the same with people like me. I'm interesting - not what people expect and tend to not stop talking until someone interrupts.

Actually no. I don't think boring people know they're boring. If they did, they would shut the fuck up and not go on and on about stupid shit that no one cares about. Yet it happens all the time, which is why I believe no. No they don't.

That's too bad. I'm not usually that talkative and wordy - like, at all. But boring people should know.

The reasons I know I'm not boring are my own -- feel free to think I'm boring but I can guarantee you wouldn't believe why I'm so far from boring it isn't even funny.

Well they don't.

Dare I ask why that is?

No, they don't.

- I'm psychic.
- I dreamt that my mom would die in a car accident when I was ten. A week later she did.
- I was committed when I was 18 for a Summer.
- I dreamt my dad would die in a fire. He did.
- After uncharacteristically having a one night stand an alternate personality emerged - Alex...he's still around.
- I dated a Greek God -- and that did not work out.
- I seem to be becoming a bit of a ho right now.
- I'm setting up my P.I. agency.
- All this and I'm only 19.

Edited 2008-03-04 06:48 (UTC)

Mm.

I haven't even gotten into the telekinesis, the telepathy, and my tendency to not share my feelings.

And the sleeping with inappropriate men.

So, what's your story?

*takes a long drag letting it out slowly*

Don't got one. Please try again later. *He glances at Ford out of the corner of his eye before shifting his gaze back to stare straight ahead again*

Well aren't you just ... fun.

*smirks*

As much fun as this is - and as much fun as I like to be called annoying? I think I'm going to go.

That is if you really don't have anything else to say.

*lighter toss!*