Of the Different Modes of Acquiring the Non-Understanding of Things, or One Girl's Touching Journey Into Cynicism and Misanthropy
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Serial killer called me last night. And in the middle of laughing and sorting it all out, asked me why I thought he was a serial killer. So, somebody WAS reading my (old) blog. This boy is as stalkerish and nosy as myself.
Crunching conundrums, blasting boredom, eliciting criticism, languishing while laughing, blaming poetry (and/or the lack of) for all of my choices, leaving it to the stars or the people better equipped to handle it, cackling at catastrophe and saying sayanora to sourpusses and sore losers