love being home because there's still that feeling of new. oh, and bittorrent isn't blocked here. hah.
small things are fun. like licking cd cases.
going into work tomorrow (read: later today) to talk to jim and see if i can work. i should really try to find a better part-time job, but i'm almost sure that foodsource will always take me back. maybe next summer i'll look for a better job, but probably not.
i liked this week's torchwood. much better than last week.
sometimes there's so much around you that you can't take it all in at once, and just float, adrift in a sea of possibilities.
THE PERFECT GIFT. this is agonizingly hard to find. it's so much harder when you don't care, and can just get shite presents for people, like glass star-shaped ornaments in different colors, or fucking scarves. so when you do, you're like an unbeliever searching for mecca. this doesn't fit, but it is 1:21 a.m., and i've been watching too many british t.v. programs, which has nothing to do with it anyway, but i'm trying to stave off hysteria. then the panic sets in, and you have the great big countdown clock going in your head, like kiefer in 24, and you just know you won't make it, the world's going to explode. from there it's a hop, skip, and a jump to hating all mankind, wanting to kill people with sporks, and trying to repress the urge to go play in traffic on the interstate. you start to breathe funny, you get crazy eyes, and passers-by get out of your way in a hurry when, without warning, you make sudden inarticulate shouts of rage in the middle of a department store. death death death comes on swift wings, and there is no way out. all goes dark.
I AM A CONSUMER WHORE. and how!
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