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She is.. feeling at thetime of this writing. Navigation HomeOlder Profile Notes About Extras DiaryringsGuestbook Poetics Creds © I, Lauren, unless otherwise noted.Aethereality.net Index Stock.com Hybrid-Genesis.com Dland |
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Instability Sunday, Oct. 02, 2005 @ 2:12 pm O sweet, lonely neglected diary of mine! How I've missed you! I used to say that the one thing I really liked about my job was all of the people I worked with. How stupid stupid stupid I was for thinking that, because basically all of those people quit the job and I never see them. Which makes me hate the office everyday, though I'm not ready to leave yet. This is another lesson that I should stop with the belief that everything I do like about life is stable. Damn my life is pathetic. But at least I have loving supportive friends around me...food, the tv, the computer, my Ipod, my wonderfully mind-altering sleeping pills, my cat, this journal. |
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