the wrong side of the bed
Monday, March 28, 2005
when i have nothing to say, my lips are sealed
i feel like i have a lot of stories worth posting and a lot of meaningless little snippets to give you as well, but nothing seems to be coming out.
here's a teensy interaction i had recently that may amuse: i was working on a paper in my office yesterday and listening to my favorite depressing music when i realized that i was becoming sad. i emailed a friend also at work in his office and asked him to tell me to stop listening to sad music as it negatively affected my mood. he did as told, but added that i should listen to more death rock as it might lift my mood. um... yeah.
here's a teensy interaction i had recently that may amuse: i was working on a paper in my office yesterday and listening to my favorite depressing music when i realized that i was becoming sad. i emailed a friend also at work in his office and asked him to tell me to stop listening to sad music as it negatively affected my mood. he did as told, but added that i should listen to more death rock as it might lift my mood. um... yeah.
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