|warning: pointless, whiney entry ahead
||[Oct. 6th, 2004|10:43 pm]
This journal is sort of like the loser-lunchtable at school where nobody cool ever ventures. In fact, nobody at all seems to venture here. Of course, in high school I didn't even sit at the loser-table -- I ate my lunches in the bathroom because I was too embarrassed to sit at the loser-table! Heh. I've improved quite a bit since then, but I still have to fight my natural ability to repel people. |
As I write this, part of me is tsk-tsking, "stop being so whiney and depressing." But, no, goddamnit, I am going to be whiney and depressing if I feel whiney and depressed. This is a journal, afterall, so I shouldn't censor my feelings.
On a totally unrelated note, we had a bit of a scare earlier when the kittens were exploring my mother's room and a suspicious smell began to permeate the air. The kittens frequently seem to forget where their litter-box is, so we were rightly concerned. Fortunately, it was a false alarm...just a little harmless but potent gas.
Not much else to report.