the sound of your voice

[threeplusfire]

This day was better than yesterday. So it's okay. I'm thinking about dying my hair black again. It sounds like a good idea. I'm tired of the brown. I look much more like the real me inside my head that way. I need a hair cut something awful but I still haven't made up my mind what to do.

All day long I find myself matching the cadence of my speech to my callers. I hear an accent I never knew I had when talking to angry grandmothers. I laugh with my policemen friends all over, and we joke about the stupidity of these criminal jerks. I try to sound soothing with the crazy people. It's weird. I think it is starting to affect my speech outside of work, but maybe I'm just imagining things.

I want to be swimming. I want a cold beverage. I want a cigarette. I want to be away from the desk, away from the computer, just away.

Here's a poll, just for the sake of frivolity: Say through some magical crazy act of the universe you ended up with $32,000. A little frog gives it to you, or a nice man in a business suit rewards you for uttering some random bit of wisdom on a sidewalk. Somehow, somewhere, you end up with all this money. What do you do? Are you the type of person to pay your bills? Are you going to take a fabulous trip? Do you invest it in a bank, in a house, in that sexy vintage motorbike of your dreams? I'm just curious. This poll brought to you by me and my lottery ticket.

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[antebellumcafe.livejournal.com]

I would invest two-thirds of it and pretend I had only $10,000 with which to answer your poll.

Then I would pay bills, fix the scratch on my car, buy some new rims (heheheheh), give some to feminist and queer charities, give money to my student and artist friends, and go on a fabulous trip - all in that order.