(no subject)

[ishyface]

What I learned at work today:
The downside to polishing a window upside down is that you get glass cleaner in your eyes.
I'm becoming a bit of a Dear Abby at work. I have no clue how that happened- maybe just because I'm so quiet, so people think they need to fill the silence up with something- but whenever I'm working alone with someone they go on long rants about the things that are going wrong in their lives. Tonight the girl I worked with had an emotional fucking breakdown, man. It was way uncomfortable.
My first instinct, when people cry, is to get as far away from them as possible. Possibly this is because when I'm sad I'd prefer (most) people to keep their distance. More likely it's because I am crap at dealing with emotional situations.

I want to read this book.

There were feathers on the wind, and Alice decided to follow them.
That's a part of a something that's in my head. I don't know who Alice is, though.
I met a character a few days back. She- I thought she was a boy for a while, until she told me otherwise- is named Jennifer, and would rather you call her that. Not Jen, and certainly not Jenny.
Her last name is Boats. I don't know why.
And when she goes out walking she takes a flashlight, because you never know when you might have to peer into some dark corner somewhere or search the sky for falling stars.
I love it when characters occur like that. It hasn't happened in a while- the last one who did it was Jezebel, and that was two years ago. I haven't done anything with her yet.
I hope I'll do something with Jennifer. I like her.

... This song is dirty. My God.

Comments

[daniellafromage.livejournal.com]

Sometimes when you post, I reflect on the things you say on and off for a few days. I don't always agree entirely with what you say, but I do invariably come to the conclusion - due to your emotional response to situations, perhaps, or maybe the way you phrase things - that I like it.

This is one of those times.