hollywood isn't so hollywood.


maybe i was sensitive last night.
maybe it was that snooty DAB encounter.
or maybe it was the fact that my dignity got a little wounded
nevertheless, that was my last fucking straw.

what's a girl to do?
when the pay's shit, and the people are assholes, easy...
but as the days are getting closer to my return,
i might just have to tough it out and shut my dignity up...

decision: still pending



friday, 3/3/06 8:17 a.m.

























currently hip:
[feeling] dazzled
[hearing] all of fort minor ;D
[wanting] time and soybean milk




oldies:
[2006]
[ jan/feb]

[2005]
[ june]
[ april/may]
[ march]
[ february]
[ january]

[2004]
[ december]
[ november]
[ july]
[ may]
[ jan/march]

[2003]
[ nov/dec]
[ october]
[ september]
[ july]
*started, but not accessible: 2002

[ xanga]

tarts:
[ amy]
[ ang]
[ ngan]
[ vy]



sign me.

thanks, pita!