i applied at Sprint.

i hate call centers.

Oh, well.

It looks like the best chance so far, and i'll take what i can get right now to avoid giving oral to legions of faceless men for rent money.

i guess i could go apply as a house mom or something for the strippers since at least THEY love me . . .

Or not.

i don't know.

My mood is so weird today.

i'm frustrated and happy and angry and giddy and sad and at peace all in rotating shifts as if my moods were a bunch of kid fighting for the video game controller.

i made a quiche. It was good. it was three cheese and i added chopped fresh spinach to it so i could have a little iron and stuff in my diet.

time to go and tour my old home town with my best friend!

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"Untouchable Face" ~ Ani Di Franco
"so fuck you
and your untouchable face
and fuck you
for existing in the first place
and who am i
that i should be vying for your touch
and who am i
i bet you can't even tell me that much

. . .

i see you and i'm so perplexed
what was i thinking
what will i think of next
where can i hide
in the back room there's a lamp
that hangs over the pool table
and when the fan is on it swings
gently side to side
there's a changing constellation
of balls as we are playing
i see orion and say nothing
the only thing i can think of saying
is fuck you..."

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confessed on Monday, Feb. 25, 2002