dumpling

I was sitting eating pizza in the front window and four different people came up to talk to me through the glass. The first two were older Asian men who made funny faces at me and wild arm gesticulations. The third was a drunk woman with dyed blonde hair. She threw her jacket down in a huff and then picked it up again. She looked at me all darkly and then all sexy and then all confused and then she was gone. The fourth was a drunk man who talked to me from the other side of the glass for a long time while I chewed. He shook his head, shrugged his shoulders and told me something very important. I never heard anything these 4 people said to me. I could hear the sound of cars on wet pavement from behind the glass - but never their voices. They were mouthing the words to me.
This is me mouthing the words to you - I have to stop writing journal entries like this - ughh I'm so depressed.