running past
05 December, 2003
I don't know about you but I hate my ovaries. I hate the moon (what the fuck is it up to this month huh?) and I have my job and I hate my boss (unless she's being nice and then I can't help but like the psychotic bitch.)
I hate parties where I don't know anyone and all I wanna do is hold a guy's hand and be witty whilst draped (mentally I think) over him so that life is a big scary thing and someone is a security blanket. That's bad maybe. I'm not sure.
I hate public transport when stupid cars crash into it and slow it down.