Monday, April 03, 2006
It is an unmistakably Kat Auster morning. I've officially begun to gauge the day by what rock star I feel like emulating. Another weird habit to add to the list.
I'm still venomous this morning. I fucking hate everything. I blame this on a chemical imbalance. It's days like this that I miss the dark, sweet teat of Zoloft.
On the way to work I found myself calling multiple people in traffic "cuntfaces." Ladylike, eh?? Not gonna lose any sleep over it.
I'm now sitting at work, listening to Ani DiFranco because I can do that at work, and it's days like these that I thank Jehovah (God) for that. Tomorrow I'm bringing my digital camera to work so I can show you all a picture of our newly constructed altar to Yoda. We have a Yoda. They decided he needed an altar. Who am I to disagree? Yoda is one of the few deities I could get behind.
My whining is even uninteresting to me. I had a whole post worked out on the way to work. I must've left it in the car.