Wednesday, March 08, 2006
Things are mostly going okay.
But that thought doesn't count toward the fact that in this week I feel mostly upset about anything, something, everything.
I don't know what it is, but in my mind (not outwardly) I'm pissed off about it all.
Stay far, far away.
But that thought doesn't count toward the fact that in this week I feel mostly upset about anything, something, everything.
I don't know what it is, but in my mind (not outwardly) I'm pissed off about it all.
Stay far, far away.
Monday, March 06, 2006
Tonight I watched Annie Hall. Everything makes sense now.
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Last Tuesday I was making breakfast for myself. I got out a bagel, a dollar store knife, and went to work. I prepared the bagel and sat down at the dining room table. As I set my plate down with my right hand I noticed something red on the plate. I rubbed it with a finger, thinking 'someone didn't wash the dishes very well, there's jam on this plate'. But that red stuff was definitely thin and moved around when I touched it. I turned my hand over and found my right thumb covered in blood. I bandaged it for a couple of days, but then got extremely irritated with a bandage on my thumb and took it off. I thought it would be just fine, it was only a little sliver cut.
I don't know if it's from writing with chalk, or just not covering it up, but the cut seemed to get bigger, a wider chasm, a deep ditch. By Friday it appeared like one of those plastic coin purses we had when we were 7. Squeeze the ends and the opening gets a bigger, just big enough to put something in there. Friday I played the coin purse game with my thumb a lot.
And Friday a fifth grader threw up in class.
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last night my roommates and I had a bitch fest (very short and sweet, with one group yell) about the male species. why a nice, respectable group of girls like us can't get boyfriends is beyond me. I think I'm attractive, i have a sense of humor, I have good values, above average taste in art, i'm well-educated, I have good goals, I'm concerned about the world and keep in touch with current events. Whhyyyyy. Why not.
Maybe I am Annie Hall. I'm just not intelligent enough.
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Last Tuesday I was making breakfast for myself. I got out a bagel, a dollar store knife, and went to work. I prepared the bagel and sat down at the dining room table. As I set my plate down with my right hand I noticed something red on the plate. I rubbed it with a finger, thinking 'someone didn't wash the dishes very well, there's jam on this plate'. But that red stuff was definitely thin and moved around when I touched it. I turned my hand over and found my right thumb covered in blood. I bandaged it for a couple of days, but then got extremely irritated with a bandage on my thumb and took it off. I thought it would be just fine, it was only a little sliver cut.
I don't know if it's from writing with chalk, or just not covering it up, but the cut seemed to get bigger, a wider chasm, a deep ditch. By Friday it appeared like one of those plastic coin purses we had when we were 7. Squeeze the ends and the opening gets a bigger, just big enough to put something in there. Friday I played the coin purse game with my thumb a lot.
And Friday a fifth grader threw up in class.
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last night my roommates and I had a bitch fest (very short and sweet, with one group yell) about the male species. why a nice, respectable group of girls like us can't get boyfriends is beyond me. I think I'm attractive, i have a sense of humor, I have good values, above average taste in art, i'm well-educated, I have good goals, I'm concerned about the world and keep in touch with current events. Whhyyyyy. Why not.
Maybe I am Annie Hall. I'm just not intelligent enough.
