i thought i would go fishing...

but then i realized i don't have a rod. or bait.

so now that my apt is furnished, bed and futon and table and even a wall-hanging, not to mention the microwave and vacuum cleaner (courtesy of graduation party presents), my life is complete. interviewing for baby-sitting jobs....dont have the stomach to put up my nyu diploma up on the wall yet. i cringe everytime at the thought of it as i go out looking for baby-sitting jobs.

it's hot it's hot it's hot it's hot

"orange peel on a door knob".... very ais-r, very 11th grade, very sitting on msn in my cold airconditioned living room in riyadh

we speak in codes less for ourselves and more for others. others not kowing is more important than us knowing. keeping them out is the real goal rather than keeping us in. so we block and encrypt and conceal.

oaths are over-rated.