"My High Falsetto (a Sleight of Myth)"

( some lyrics that i wrote a couple nights ago... )

uh...stuff...

You are Emily Bronte. You are an expert in self-
cauterizing rabid dog bites, catching
tuberculosis and keeping everyone guessing. You
were an anorexic who baked food all day, having
visionary experiences by night. One day, you
beat your own dog senseless with your bare
fists. You were a secret lesbian. Many
psychologists have since deemed you
schizophrenic also. May you rest in peace!

Which dead 19th Century novelist are you?
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a few things...

last night around 4:30 or 5 am i went grocery shopping to cure some boredom...fuckin' exciting shit!!! then i went to sleep...i did some ebayin' last night too...i won a pretty cheap copy of Skinny Puppy: Vivisect VI...woohoo! and yesterday i got this email from this company (AIMS Logistics) in response to my monster.com résumé...i called the guy today and i have an interview on friday...oh my fucking god that freaks me out! oh well...i guess whatever happens with that can leave me no worse off than i am now...