|what makes the birdies sing?
||[Oct. 22nd, 2006|03:35 pm]
See argument for working at a hospital.
Basically I am going through this I need human interaction bullshit and that at a airport there are so many people all going someplace and yeah.
Plus I have just finished Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close by Jonathan Safran Foer.
Who I have decided is an extremely great writer.
Notice that I use the adjective extremely because that as the last word I saw while trying to think of something to describe how I feel. How original am I? (An actual question.)
Other news, I am on my period. I do not feel girly at all, I feel like a bleeding monster that is dirty and is scaring all the townspeople. In which case they will kill me because of their unknown fear that they have for me and because they do not realize I mean them no harm.
I hate the word realize.
I am taking up all the sexual energy.
Neda do you remember Xanga Journals.
I hate boys.
And I lost my debit card in my car. Which means I have to go get a new one. Unless someone knows how to dismantle a car door. That is right. I have dropped my card in the car door.