lots of different stuff.

Um, yeah. so my self imposed no internet thing lasted until... um, yesterday afternoon (now technically two-days-ago afternoon). around 5 pm. oops.

Work's work and i still don't like Jackie. however, i got my frist paycheck today. but reading, i'm really enjoying. Kalil Gibran is splendid. Reading Lolita In Tehran is getting better and better.

Russian spam is still being sent to me.

one of my friends just told me
"dana-- you're so cool"
"(and that's serious)"
so, i'm cool now.

and you should go read this now The Cry of the Graves

I have my own pimp now!

I never thought about how companies go about picking out a vending machine

and i leave you with the song that's been stuck in my head all day.

Spinning, laughing, dancing to
her favorite song
A little girl with nothing wrong
Is all alone

Eyes wide open
Always hoping for the sun
And she'll sing her song to anyone
that comes along

Fragile as a leaf in autumn
Just fallin' to the ground
Without a sound

Crooked little smile on her face
Tells a tale of grace
That's all her own

Spinning, laughing, dancing to her favorite song
A little girl with nothing wrong
And she's all alone
~Norah Jones Seven Years