somebody kill me please....

i dont understand people. i really really dont. why is my personal life the business of the people i work with? have they no respect? are they just petty and immature? i dont get it. i dont care who theyre sleeping with or dating or even who the fuck they hang out with. i dont say negative things about them unless ive seen said thing first hand. really. im not a slut. i havent fucked half the store. and i do not steal boyfriends. so fuck off. all of you.

*****

on another note, i got the best CD in the mail today. its a mix from the ever lovely blue and it couldnt be more fitting for the weekend ive had. really. all the songs speak to me in some way. and as an added bonus, one of the songs on it is "tempted" by squeeze, my second favorite song of all time.

one more thing. screaming along to music has to be the most theraputic thing in the world. and avocadoes certianly help to improve my mood.

a clove would be helpful right about now too. but thats not to be. ah well.

written @ 8:25 pm on 09.06.03
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