words of wisdom from the Ministry of Truth:
Cingular's first local billboard ad campaign in my area.

she was on fire last night
and I was breathing gasoline

Couldn't sleep last night. Things are far from over, but I looked over my shoulder and couldn't see the starting line. It's quite out of hand and I don't know how to stop it. Still, it's not like I haven't been running willingly. Is there ever a way to reconcile that kind of distance?

This writer made me stop in my tracks. Amazing.
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Current visual:
Sitting in a teetery salvaged wooden chair at a teetery cluttered computer table, surrounded by coffee cups and unpaid bills. Simpsons (rerun) in the background, Tom Lehrer in the headphones, Luna's Tigerlily Girl in my head. Singing along. Snuggling into a long dark grey sweater over a pretty red dress over torn jeans, and still cold. Thriftstore scarf wrapped around my shoulders, her words like a blanket in my head, smells of tea and cinnamon and heater. Wishing for the Rushmore soundtrack.

Oooh. Hey... what's your visual?

Less posting, more jobsearching.
Today is David Bowie's birthday! There will be much feasting and dancing.