a parking lot
11/28/2007 03:53 p.m.
my tummy aches and i want to smoke a ciggie and i'm listening to some really good tunes on my desk. i think i want to take tomorrow off just because i can and i need to do stuff, besides.

the peril of being outrageous is that people notice you and that puts pressure on you. it's always like this elephant nudging at you to do something entertaining. sometimes, i wish i could just disappear into a crowd. then, i don't. it's an exercise in double-edged sword-dom. i'm always bored and i think that, generally, people are dissatisfied yet complacent with boredom and, even though they're rude, they're needy for kindness and conversation. i find that people always tell me that they don't know how to "just talk" to people. it's not really that hard. i'm a better "just talk"-er than a friend, i think. i'm good for cocktail parties. i'm that icebreak-girl. it's odd. i don't even really like people all that much when i get to know them. maybe we shouldn't get to know any body anymore. maybe we can all be content with not-knowing people and talking to them because of it rather than despite it. i want to be a goddess of not-knowing and talking. that's my new aspiration.

i was going to be a cat burglar, but i've changed my mind. goddess is way better. poetry is, clearly, not working out for me.
I am currently Perfect
I am listening to "whole wide world" by wreckless eric