You gave me hyacinths first a year ago. They called me the hyacinth girl.

fury roused me out of sleep. i took a nap several hours ago and then i felt blind rage nudging me awake. i told it to go away because the school year is over and i don't need all that buffering hostility, but it told me to fuck off.

i missed the chance to rent "monster" earlier but i'm pretty sure that's not what i'm so mad about, the impulse itself fought sleep. but i'd feel better if i could watch it right now. i haven't seen a christina ricci movie in forever.

so it is summer.
and i hope that now that people are not wedged into a sardine can and made to associate with each other on a daily basis, they will clear up. take a time out and think about what you value or something, you take for granted something you must "endure" everyday...
(i am a spiteful little person.)

except there's this. i'm hard pressed to be angry around something like this.

if anybody should ask i'm going to a seminar
pieces of the moon
JOBJOBJOB
interviewinterviewinterview
sensitive heart, you're doomed from the start
(& etc)