misstyrios

I wish that I had more time to play on here, There's never a shortage of amusement to be had - sadly, I have the whole "law school" thing to deal with. And I feel like lately I have been working and working and working and working and not making a dent in anything. Especially the job front. But that's mostly because I'm terrified of job-hunting and thus find any excuse not to do it. Time is short though. Too bad cover letters are the MANIFESTATION OF ALL THAT IS EVIL. Who takes a cover letter seriously? No one. Yet one is required for every job because that's the way it's always been and that's what you're supposed to do. I once said that my own personal hell would be a karaoke bar with only that goddamn Titanic song available, and I would be out of cigarettes. But I think perhaps it's going to be me facing the task of writing thousands and thousands of cover letters, with no cut-and-paste feature. Sigh.

Anyway - the party was a great success. I have never had all of my friends gathered in one place at a time like that, and it felt fantastic to look around and be happy. Until I saw the ex. But that's another matter entirely.

I have a confession to make. I love The OC. I CAN'T HELP IT. I want to marry Seth Cohen. Is that so wrong?

I hate the feeling of just getting out of the shower. I always feel like I will never be dry again and such a thought makes me exceedingly uncomfortable. Dampness bothers me.