flexagon | 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--like the guy who recognized explicit class warfare surfacing in his conflicting feelings about his career. Like me, he was Working Class Person, who was proud to have overcome an ugly beginning, and also Ivy League Graduate, who thought a mere job was plebean and really expected to do Greater Things. Needless to say, further ambition was almost insulting to the working class self, and we know what the upper middle class thinks of the working class. I've got that going on bigtime. I read that by flipping forward randomly--can't wait to read forward to that story the normal way and see how the poor guy dealt with the dynamic.
Funny I should finally pick that up just when DSB has given me back the sunlight...