the mean reds
work is crazy, almost everyone i talk to is tired and stressed, the world and the people around me seem to be conspiring to lower my self-esteem, people keep committing horrible acts of destruction in the Sudan and Zimbabwe, launch.com is playing Dashboard Confessional. i can look out my window and see the top floors of the Hancock building shrouded in threatening grey clouds - i'd like to be in an apartment up there alone with my book and a well-stocked bar. i wish andrea wasn't at grief camp this week. i should call my mommy.love y'all, i suppose.
posted by Monica @ 2:28 PM
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grief camp? that sounds worse than sitting at my desk. let me know if there is anything i can do... or any movies on the quads i can tempt you to go to.
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