i don't even know when vera gets back. but she needs to be back really, really soon.
also, i need to go to Nellie's really badly.
and i want to be outside
and i have to clean the computer desk
and i have work to do
and my father is having work friends for dinner tonight.
lovely. just lovely.
what a waste of a sunday.
little truths
- rebecca
- i cannot stand being too cold in the summer or too warm in the winter, or vice versa, really. i dislike any extreme temperature when i'm trying to be productive. i need to wear socks when it's less than 20 degrees out. i hate having to wear gloves inside when i'm typing. i abhore cars with too much or too little air conditioning. i sometimes feel like life is just one long attempt to avoid cliches. i have no respect for teenagers who are pretentious 'musicians', 'photographers', 'christians' or scenesters. and i love breakfast food... just, not for breakfast. ever. i don't like floating around in the air, i like being grounded, and people who can make me feel grounded.
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