space-oddity's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- snips my cat likes to groom my hand. she licks the same spot until it tingles. at work, all the interesting people with all the funny things to say eat their lunch in the smoking room. i'm not saying smoking is cool. i don't smoke, but i guess by looking at the trend, you'd have to admit that there has got to be at least one thing appealing about it. i had a crush on conan o'brien for about five days last year. i think it started on a monday, and i made it a point to watch his show every night that week. then the weekend came, and i forgot to watch his show the next week that followed. yeah, i was over him. everything i say here could be much better. more amusing. better detail. some characterization. just like that damn composition class i took a few years ago. grade: B-. i was made to keep a diary in that class, too. it was mainly a free write. i completely loathed the professor. i remember one entry was about the girl who sat in front of me and how the dandruff from her hair would fall onto my book bag. i did not want to blatantly point fingers, so the girl in my entry went nameless. my professor, next to my writing with her red ink, scribbled, "why don't you move to another seat?" i wanted to say, "because you're the fucking moron psycho who has assigned seating in her college level honors comp class." now i have to go record black sunday off of the t.v. for clay. 1:29 am - 10.05.02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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