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the sound of your voice
Jun. 3rd, 2006 06:12 pmThis 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.
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.