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.