Bless you, readers. Bleaders.

Tuesday, March 18, 2003

Happy war day
Terrible feeling of forboding anxiety continues. I'm worried that I've forgotten to do something tremendously important, and that nothing I plan will work out properly. Also that I will starve to death on the streets of Chicago. Went to my very first visitation today. It was strange, because although the deceased was someone I was once rather close to, we hadn't seen him in so many years that I'd felt he was dead already. It was all very creepy and sad, and awkward. We had pancakes after.

I hope that if nuclear war breaks out and I die in some sort of blast, I'll be in close enough proximity to turn into a diamond. That's sort of a lovely idea.

(P.S. Don't worry, I'm just in a mood. It'll be gone by morning. I can tell.)

Monday, March 10, 2003

Can't be bothered
Ugh. Do you ever just want to run away to a remote desert island so all your nagging responsibilities will just leave you bloody well alone? On a happy note, I got my stuff back from England today. Now I won't have to wear the same four outfits in rotation all the time. On a grumbly note, however, Professor James M. Miller is nowhere to be found and I have no idea what to do about this whole graduation plan thing. Why do I have to be all adult and responsible all the time, anyway? I'd rather suck on a twinsicle and have a nap.

Tuesday, March 04, 2003

Wonderful, wonderful, most wonderful, and yet again...wonderful
Today was a good day.

Monday, March 03, 2003

A legitimate human being once again
So yeah, I got the job. Hooray! I am now a combination phone girl/waitress at Minsky's. I meant to call Jalie and LindZ (who also work there, albeit LindZ at another branch) and let them know, but I forgot. So there you have it, girls! I start today at five. Rock. It was also exciting because it was a lovely excuse to buy some black trousers. Mmm, trousers.

Feeling a little scared and full of butterflies lately. Something I ate, maybe, or somebody I looked at. Here's a Brian Andreas poem to fill in for all the clever words I can't think of:

No Words
I read once that the ancient Egyptians
had fifty words for sand & the
Eskimos had a hundred words for snow. I wish I had a thousand words
for love, but all that comes to mind is
the way you move against me while you sleep & there are no words for

Yep. That's all I got.

Sunday, March 02, 2003

Welcome to Music Town, how may I service you?
I have a job interview in an hour. Terrified! So much that I have nothing witty to say. Will write again once I know. Yeehaw.