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i love dick! current song: isobel by bjork. in a forrest pitch-dark glowed the tiniest spark it burst into flame like me like me my name isobel married to myself my love isobel living by herself in a heart full of dust lives a creature called lust it surprises and scares like me like me my name isobel married to myself my love isobel living by herself when she does it she means to moth delivers her message unexplaind on your collar crawling in silence a simple excuse in a tower of steel nature forges a deal to raise wonderful hell like me like me my name isobel married to myself my love isobel living by herself when she does it she means to moth delivers her message unexplaind on your collar crawling in silence a simple excuse today was ok at work, even. nothing too terribly hard, no one too terribly heavy, no altercations with nurses or patients or anything. it was a ho-hum kinda day. we did go out to bryan and drop off a patient, and we got some dinner, and we hung out. it was good stuff. my only complaint is that my back still hurts a bit (but i'm adjusting...) and i've got the worst writer's cramp i've ever had in my life. and i'm a fucking writer. that's what i do; i uncontrollably write on everything all the time. you'd think this job would be heaven for me. and as...creative...i can get with my run reports, they still have to be acceptable to management or billing or some other person that makes twice what i do and sits on their ass all day long. good god, i've been with the company for only 3 weeks, and i'm already bitter. yup, that's me, always thinking about what i can do for the dick. just a soldier in the army of emperor dick. and how i love working for dick. dick dick dick dick dick. how many dicks is that? a lot. i'm off like a fat chick trying to be first in line at the buffet. ~*~ immediate yesterday. ~*~ divination. ~*~ get your own guestbook here |
