Look how black the sky is, the writer said. I made it that way.

I've decided to hate the interweb. Typewriter paper has an end point, e-mail does not. The result is that I send people e-mails that could constitute novellas. Then I get all worked up about it because I wrote something long and insipid. I hate linear thought when it's not necessary. I write angry letters when I'm bored. I've started to mail people letters, in the mail. No one writes back. The Northface is getting one soon... they congratulated me on my wise purchase of their product and told me to "never stop exploring." I swear too much. I like to decorate. Martinis: Grey Goose vodka, chilled. A lemon twist, please. There's no excuse for being mean. Lots of annoying people in the world. Nice people are particularly annoying. I have a super power...stillness. I'm worried about the people in Boston- they are overwhelmingly unapproachable. I'm obsessive compulsive. I have two major pet peeves, including people who are ind