|i can write poetry
||[Sep. 24th, 2007|09:43 am]
|||||sufjan stevens - "concerning the ufo sighting near highland, illinois"||]|
shiiiiiiiiit, WHAT am i getting myself into?
what am i doing? what am i thinking?
why don't i know what (who) i want?
off topic (slightly), but also
why can't i be like tj at work and say things like
"you wanna ring it up yourself?" or
"i don't have time for this" to soulless customers?
instead, i apologize profusely and agree with them about how much
i suck at life
until they finally go away, and i hide
somewhere in the back, near tears, for the next half hour.
re: the subject line: false.