if . . .

Jun 14, 2006 19:09

I could just go through one week where I don't get excessively hit on, followed around, whistled or hollared at, or favoured, that'd be swell. I know I can't be that hot

better yet if I could go a single day without getting stared at, that'd be nice. I'm not tooting my own horn, I know plenty of those stares are not longing lustful gazes. Seriously, do I have something written on my forehead or something? Even on my most wall flowered, mundane days, when I go out of my way and break against my self concious neurocies (pretend that's spelt right, or even describes what I mean), I still get looks like I'm some kind of ghost

I'm also sick of trying to prove myself. Sick of nobody ever seeming hear what I have to say. I understand we all have to earn our way up the chain of command, but by about this point, for all the work I do, especially at the school, you'd think people would listen to me when I have a suggestion on how to do something.

and no this is not a fishing expedition for comments or attention or flattery. I'm just cranky and need a friend that doesn't piss me off or try to get into my pants.

so bored of this town, of this state. of the same people every day, same chores, same tasks, same lame jokes, same lines, same paths. Sick of falling in to the very same habits and routines that drive me fucking nuts.

thank god for peter gabriel and 9$ cardigans.
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