Curling clouds, of permanent waves, pinned back, her bright eye is pressed against the eye piece; in love with the light that freckles the black, like the freckles constellated on her face.
01/06/06 - MONDAY I hate this horrible, grey cubicle. I hate this horrible, grey job. I hate the horrible, dull, stupid, bitchy people who I have to work with. I hate having to phone