the first duty of a storyteller is to tell a story...

It is too

fucking

HOT.

Christ almighty. I never realized how hot working in a bookstore could be. I need some pants made of ice.

The Arizona government has clearly lost its mind.

http://www.care2.com/causes/education/blog/Still-More-Arizona-Controversy-This-Time-Its-Teachers-With-Accents/

What. The. Fuck?!

How is this America? In 2010? Not 1710?

As someone who lives in a predominately Latino area, I can't help but be outraged. We should be so far past this by now.

I've decided to seek out other admin assistant positions in the area. The whole atmosphere of the hospital is starting to get to me, what with the fucking stupid insurance issues, the staff's negligence and the small amount of pay for all the shit I have to deal with.

There's got to be an easier way to balance work and writing that doesn't involve me wanting to kill myself.

That Academy Awards ceremony was like a mish-mosh of ideas and themes that was neither funny nor innovative nor entertaining. Sort of like the nominated films themselves. A sad reflection of what is happening to the business.

So fucking glad that James Cameron did not win, at least.

My New Year's Resolution was to stop thinking of death and think of life instead. We'll see how long this lasts.

A baby was born in the hospital today. It died, but Oh shit

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Fucking hell, I killed Brittany Murphy. I killed Tai. I killed Luanne. I killed Molly Morgan. No no no!

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Do you ever think something will happen, and then it happens and you wish you had never thought of it? The guilt sets in and you wish you could rewind and stop it from ever being a thought?

I keep dreaming about elevators.

They're never central to the plot, but every dream, no matter where it takes place, contains an elevator. Always going up, always with glass around so I can see out. And I'm never alone, but I can never quite remember who I was with once I've woken up. I assume the same person/people, but I can't be sure.

Isn't that odd?

I hate it when the days get shorter. I have a bad feeling that this is going to be a pretty harsh winter. Of course, I think this because my air conditioning is on and I can't feel my fingers.

I should get some gloves. My shirt sleeves don't deserve to be so stretched.