daily ponderings...
why do i get the feeling i'm more interesting in person than i am in my live journal?
why do they have signs in the women's washrooms at queen's university telling me not to flush my used pads or tampons or applicators and to use the provided disposal but then place the disposal so far away that i almost have to get up and walk across the room to follow their law? i don't know about you other ladies, but i'm more inclined to just flush than pull a muscle trying to reach.
why am i not having more sex?
why am i not a cool hip writer like carrie bradshaw on sex and the city (minus the sell out factor - not that she necessarily is...)? and a similar note, why do i want to be miranda but fear i'll be charlotte?
why don't some men know i'm faking it? all of it...
why am i not studying for my exam?
why is it that running into my ex boyfriend's father upset my entire day? Why do i still have some dream life in my head with this boy even though he no longer wants me because he wants other boys?
why do men who come into the store i work in call me sweetie instead of getting to know my name or politely saying nothing?
why do i love ikea commercials but have not one stick of ikea furniture?
Why do i love the amazing race and always always always cheer for the old people?
why am i obsessed with a middle aged, red haired, cigarette smoking, brandy drinking blues singer?
why am i not sleeping?
why do they have signs in the women's washrooms at queen's university telling me not to flush my used pads or tampons or applicators and to use the provided disposal but then place the disposal so far away that i almost have to get up and walk across the room to follow their law? i don't know about you other ladies, but i'm more inclined to just flush than pull a muscle trying to reach.
why am i not having more sex?
why am i not a cool hip writer like carrie bradshaw on sex and the city (minus the sell out factor - not that she necessarily is...)? and a similar note, why do i want to be miranda but fear i'll be charlotte?
why don't some men know i'm faking it? all of it...
why am i not studying for my exam?
why is it that running into my ex boyfriend's father upset my entire day? Why do i still have some dream life in my head with this boy even though he no longer wants me because he wants other boys?
why do men who come into the store i work in call me sweetie instead of getting to know my name or politely saying nothing?
why do i love ikea commercials but have not one stick of ikea furniture?
Why do i love the amazing race and always always always cheer for the old people?
why am i obsessed with a middle aged, red haired, cigarette smoking, brandy drinking blues singer?
why am i not sleeping?