21 August 2001

Am listening to "Smack My Bitch Up" on my discman.

This song WEIRDS me OUT. I LIKE it, don't get me wrong, but it weirds me out... Something like returning to the scene of a bad trip, I imagine... As stupid as it is to say this, this song is steeped in images of people, places, and things that either haven't any bearing on my current life, or haven't any bearing on reality. Weird. Prodigy rules.

Went job-hunting yesterday. It seemed like a successful search to me, though now I'm playing phone tag with a few people. Gahd bless Binghamton. The only town in the whole damned world where you can go out on a Monday morning and have a job by Tuesday. The only town in the world where you can pay your bills and THRIVE on $10,000 a year. Except maybe the sticks of New Mexico.

Am working on a project at the moment (you'll see it soon enough) and have to log off now...

Be good.
~Helena*