I want to go somewhere far away where the streetlights still look mysterious.

I am dissatisfied.

And also thinking about learning how to tattoo on cadavers. Perhaps the only perk...of you know what. (of being a serial killer?)

I think I might be a bum trapped in the body of a middle-class girl. I want to meet someone who could care less about everyone else's "big plan."

Everyone else is excited about what they'll be doing job-wise and all, but all I'm looking forward to are bike rides at night and midnight movies.
Which to me, sounds a lot better than looking forward to an office and hour-lunches.
Let's stall reality as long as possible.

By the way, my hermit crab changes shells so often he's like a human with a closet.
And yesterday Billy Idol escaped the cage and ran all the way to the back room to say hi to me while I was writing my paper. He slipped and slided across the linoleum floor of the kitchen.