at the end of the work day, i look very forward to driving home to my husband and cozying up on the couch, watching tv, having dinner, telling a couple of jokes or get mad at little things for no reason

there's an incredible amount of comfort in this almost daily routine which words cannot describe (unless u're a very good poet or something)
saw "fast food nation"

at the moment i'm disturbed enough to set aside meat

however once the images of "kidney pulling," stunners, massive amounts of blood, and struggling cows subside in my head, i may be tempted to bite into a juicy hamburger or steak again

i hope not


i have maintained my sense of individuality after marriage

it's still a challenge to remember to sign greeting cards and mass emails from "us" rather than from "i"

this is working

i like that
i guess i can say that my creativity began with "pretty hate machine" and ended with "year zero"

i guess that would be appropriate

i guess i can accept that