04 December 2004 [11:45pm]

First he stood across a sea of people. Then he was a locked door and see through glass away. Today, today is different. Today, even for two precious minutes, we let our presence collide. Oh real life looking Trent from that MTV after school show I use to watch called Daria, how I marvel at how real life Trent you look only with longer hair. (Shut up Karen, you sound like a stalker. Oh but I'm not.)

At work, they treat me like a princess. Only because they want to get into my palace. My manager has been observing the disturbances. He approaches me, suggesting he can share some discouraging words with any of whom continues to perturb my vicinity. It's okay, I tell him. I know how to handle these smooth talkers. Little do they know about our sweet approach & pink barbie scissors.

"When nobody will look at you, you can stare a hole in them. Picking out all the little details you'd never stare long enough to get if she'd just return your gaze, this, this is your revenge."
---from Invisible Monster by Chuck Palahniuk

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