I have decided that I am not made for office work. I'm not nearly girl enough. I don't do my nails up all pretty so they get caught on the files so now half the files come complete with my blood and I just can't get the hang on being on my knees that long filing ><
These love songs on the radio are driving me batty, as I change the radio to Janis Joplin. I'm understanding girls less and less these days. Why would they want flowers? Don't they know they die? I'd be more impressed if someone brought me dead flowers, that'd actaully be neat.
I need to have a gory movie marathon.
In other news, I am completely and totally losing my mind and I miss my old friends like mad-crazy.
Bang.
--Natasha