I'm increasingly
obsessed by the need to render what I experience.
-Claude Monet
01-13-01
6:57pm eastern
people of
boston: rejoice.
people of arizona: mourn.
christa will
be at emerson this semester.
woohoo!
I am so very
happy. My boss, my savior, the man I will forever worship and love,
offered to loan me the money I need for tuition. so there you go.
big problem solved almost too easily, but I'm not complaining.
so I'm starting
to feel this need to talk about stuff that I've never wanted to
talk about before. I am not sure what this means. I should probably
start seeing a therapist again. it's hard to find someone that I
like and trust though. I dunno.
I cleaned
my room and put away all my clothes and plugged in my humidifier
finally. chococat doesn't quite know what to think of it. it's loud
though. the humidifier. I couldn't afford a super expensive whisper
quiet one, but I didn't realize it was going to be as loud as it
is. but it's okay.
boys are
very exhausting. jeez.
I need to
get ready or else I'll be late. also I am hungry and I want to eat
something.
I want a
monkey. or a robot. ooooh, a robot monkey. that gives me chills
just to think about.
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