have you ever noticed how things that you think are going to be important are the hardest things to do? i have to talk to someone at the united nations, and the idea scares the crap out of me. because i would love to work there one day. and i've psyched myself out (does anyone still say that?) with doom-ful predictions of how every impression counts, and schtuff like that.

it's like when you're watching a movie and start yelling at the character for being dumb... only you're the character, too, and you hear yourself but you still can't act. not that this is actually that big of a deal, but it makes me think of other instances that are.

then again, the dog spends all day sitting on the couch. and still manages to work herself into a frenzy when the curtains *gasp!* blow in the wind. so i guess we all have our issues.


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on an unrelated note, i have just learned a very important lesson: NEVER RANDOMLY FOLLOW THE LINKS TO RECENTLY UPDATED BLOGS, BECAUSE YOU WILL END UP LOOKING AT PORN THAT INVOLVES WHITE FISHNET TIGHTS ON SOMEONE'S FAT ASS. or, at least, i think that's what it was, i closed the window as quickly as i could. unexpected porn is never a good thing. although i suspect there are those who would dispute that statement...