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I think I inherited my father's broadcasting voice. I noticed this when I gave my speech today. My voice was doing all these professional-sounding dips and turns. It was like I was reading the news report on npr or something. So natural, except I don't know how people like it. MAYBE I DON'T CARE IF THEY LIKE IT OR NOT. Meeeeeeeeeee I gotta be Meeeeeeee. What else can I be but who I am? (that's a song. i don't know who it's by, but they play it in The Money Pit a lot.)
eeeheeheehee. I want this.
This boy that works at library with me wrote me a haiku because I worked for him today. This is how it goes: master of reserves smooth, savvy circ-desk style essence of adept. I thought that was very nice.
eeeheeheehee. I want this.
This boy that works at library with me wrote me a haiku because I worked for him today. This is how it goes: master of reserves smooth, savvy circ-desk style essence of adept. I thought that was very nice.