|Rat race to car chase to trains in the station, everyone wants to change their location...
||[Jun. 24th, 2005|05:05 pm]
|[||Your mom ain't listening to
|||||Aimee Mann - That's How I Knew This Story Would Break My Heart||]|
The fictions I write all come out sounding the same. If it came down to it, I could probably go back and find 3 or 4 posts to link to at any given time to describe how I feel at any other point in time. There comes a point where it's all been said and done before. I find that when I hit that point, I just clam up, tighten my lip, and bite down on my tongue. Blah blah blah.
In other news, my 512 mb memory card showed up today. Now it's time to start shooting as many things as I can find. Work has been long and boring, but when is it not? Plans for the evening are non-existant, though at some point I have to return some games to Meg's Blockbuster, probably late tonight since I'd like to get some play out of them still. It's too hot to plan out a quality evening.