i get so stressed out at work. and all i'm doing is cleaning tables and shit. it makes me worried that i'm never going to be able to find a job i actually enjoy because i'm so fucking uptight.
i had a marvelous evening last night with florence, we saw the Devil Wears Prada and wandered around Pacific Place talking nonstop. i haven't seen her in a year, and we have a million things to say to each other.
Fuck my friends for leaving me, can't they wait a while to go to school?
oh, and gilles, can you send me a postcard, please?