2004-04-29 & 3:13 p.m. : not so much
also, i was just reading what i posted before i went to sleep and i just realized that i'm kinda full of shit. well. i mean, i TALK ALL DAY, FOR 8 HRS STRAIGHT at work, and i have no problem at all. maybe i should have qualified by saying i don't talk otherwise? maybe it doesn't matter? maybe it's ironic? maybe alanis morrissette shouldn't have ruined that word for the world? i just. god, i don't know. i just don't remember when i got so used to being alone most of the time i'm not working. and i don't remember when even the smallest kindness or positive attention from a stranger felt like the biggest compliment. maybe it's because i am constantly around people i don't know. i think if you know me i have plenty to say. otherwise, not so much. |