that yesterday
i wore my boyfriend's underwear
all day long?

. . .

i just took one of those online quizzes to figure out what book i would be if i were a book, which i'm not (you know, i used to think of people as books. i'd meet them and instantly think . . . oooo, you're so going to the sun. but now, i don't anymore.) [that's probably a lie that only feels true right now.] the quiz said that i'm this book. but i think it was for bogus reason that had more to do with choosing "armadillo" than anything else. i don't know anything about irving. really. except that i didn't like the movie cider house rules. at all. it was one of those movies that made me want to kill myself. at first i even mixed the names up with that other john who wrote novels. but his were about rabbits. i wrote a post about that once. but i don't particularly like that guy's writing. either. i'm not a huge fan of all of them white dudes.

. . .

really i'm just killing time (that phrase seems so screwed up right now) until important meeting where my stomach will fall through the floor. currently 45 minutes, to go.