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cut me in quadrants and leave me in the corner
Everything's blindingly okay, right now.
(Apparently Firefox thinks the first and third word of that sentence aren't in fact words. I don't understand why it's suggesting "Tokay." Please make it stop.)
My point was, I wasn't sure if I had enough money to pay rent, but when I looked, I had a thousand dollars more than I'd thought. It was a very pleasant surprise. Suddenly I'm no longer angry or frustrated or exhausted or worried. Does this mean I'm a very shallow person? Or maybe it means that I thought I had all these problems, but I was just projecting my money worries onto them?
Got another Mary Gaitskill book that I'm looking forward to. There's a story in it called Mirror Ball about a girl who steals someone's soul in a one night stand. (Although of course this can't hold a candle to Elizabeth Hand's "Cleopatra Brimstone," which is among the finest fantasy stories of all time...Have any of you read it? I'd love to talk about butterflies and fashion...[And I'm not even going to mention the Gaiman story on a similar subject, since even he admits it's not very good.]) And I'm totally going to go to bed right now instead of reading it, which is a terrible terrible shame.
(Apparently Firefox thinks the first and third word of that sentence aren't in fact words. I don't understand why it's suggesting "Tokay." Please make it stop.)
My point was, I wasn't sure if I had enough money to pay rent, but when I looked, I had a thousand dollars more than I'd thought. It was a very pleasant surprise. Suddenly I'm no longer angry or frustrated or exhausted or worried. Does this mean I'm a very shallow person? Or maybe it means that I thought I had all these problems, but I was just projecting my money worries onto them?
Got another Mary Gaitskill book that I'm looking forward to. There's a story in it called Mirror Ball about a girl who steals someone's soul in a one night stand. (Although of course this can't hold a candle to Elizabeth Hand's "Cleopatra Brimstone," which is among the finest fantasy stories of all time...Have any of you read it? I'd love to talk about butterflies and fashion...[And I'm not even going to mention the Gaiman story on a similar subject, since even he admits it's not very good.]) And I'm totally going to go to bed right now instead of reading it, which is a terrible terrible shame.