Woot. Today, they say, is gonna be nice. I just tied the balloons to the sign outside. For some apparent reason, I have a bizarre fear of letting them go. I spin back to being like 4, and feeling like I was going to get carried off by them, and then accidentally letting one go….
So…I swear: I don’t know if I am existing to be some major antagonist to the people around me, or if it’s just the weather. Or maybe everyone is just insane. V and I talked about this slew of mean-spirited letters being sent my way from Alex, my old roommate who relocated to LA. So…
Oh yes. I admit it. Those evil hoaxers did it to me, too! Good thing I hate my work or I might feel bad about fucking up their computers. Johnnie told me about it which was funny. In the same conversation I told him I was trying to figure out things to hate him for….