and i hate and i hate
elevator music the way we fight
watching us wither silentyou asked me what it is. maybe it is the utter gorgeousness of just-everything on monday during the day, which all fell apart suddenly. so that it was a crash.
i keep thinking, "this is it this is it this is it!" without knowing what "this" means, now.
in the meantime: i am offended by the banner at the top of this diaryland page that says "skin your browser!" and has lots of pictures that look like they came out of the victoria's secret spring catalog. there could at least be some drawings. drawings would be pretty.
it is 7:30! what now! what now!
