where do the days go by?

not to sound like david byrne or anything, but how did i get here?

And you may ask yourself
What is that beautiful house?
And you may ask yourself
Where does that highway go?
And you may ask yourself
Am I right?...Am I wrong?
And you may tell yourself
MY GOD!...WHAT HAVE I DONE?

i'm really messed up. i posted something yesterday, but i deleted it after i spent too much time second guessing. it's a question of how much is my business and how much is yours. and even though there are things that i wish i could tell the world, it still doesn't seem right. especially if i have trouble telling whoever the topic of the day is about. it's just complicated.

when i'm upset with people, or frustrated, or bothered by people, i have this weird habit of writing them a letter. i say everything that's on my mind whether it's nice or not nice or crazy or sane. and i really do feel better about it later. just with this, i've written like a zillion letters and it keeps coming back. i'm sure i could write a zillion more letters too, but deep down i know the reality is that letters aren't going to make everything better.

i hope i never made the comment as to how this blog was going to be all serious and academic and political. it's 100% personal. pure raw emotion, straight from the woman who seems to be oozing estrogen lately.

i should be really happy b/c i got two job interviews lined up. i should be really happy b/c i'll be out of here in two weeks.

but i'm not.

i let other, less important things drive me insane.

if anyone wants two 15th row seats to saturday night's matchbox twenty/sugar ray show, i have some available. really cheap.

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