Just call me Miss Anne... Anne Thrope...

I feel misanthropic today. No, it wasn't anything you said.
Humanity, you contain far too much stupid drama.

I wrote a poem last night for the first time in a while...that felt good. But it needs editing.

I don't think I'm nearly as sexual as some of you think.

I'm reading What Should I Do With My Life by Po Bronson.
( Some of it is really resonating with me. )

Funny I should finally pick that up just when DSB has given me back the sunlight...