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sabbie being rather openly honest for no reason
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hey daxle
firstly, let me thank you for that. your above comment really made my day. i had a job interview this morning and i took that to it as the hand knitted beanie all the colours of the sunset to keep me warm in the face of corporate culture (reading no_logo isnt helping the attitude i hold towards corporations either, thank you naomi)
but i was thinking about it (while answering inane questions about what i could contrubute to the company in the fast paced world of ... well, me fixing someone elses corporate fuckups really) and ...
dammit, i had all these beautiful sentances constructed in my head on the walk home from the buss and now theyre gone. .:sighs:.
but it ran along the lines that it kinda backs up what i was saying, that there is a percieved persona there that i feel oddly compelled not to break.
how would you feel if there was less sabbie weaving her whimsical clouds in the air and more sabbie bashing people on their heads with her grumpy banner?
and it feels like i never did in highschool. i dont even know all your (being the all incomopassing blatherites) conecived ideas about me but i am careful where i tread and only walk the crazy paving path.
or maybe blather just puts me in a certain mood, and its when my outisde moods and my insideblather moods collide that i start having these little crisisies.
and you know, sometimes i wonder about analising stuff too much. it makes my head hurt and my brain starts singing little goblin songs.
[see? one more brick in the path that is seen as sabbie] i guess that instead of sabbie being my blathername, sab herself is more a part of my personality that can only really be labeled sabbie, and sometimes i think its unfair to put her name to the other, much more cynical and grumpier things i have to say.
this crises of the faith bought to you by the number sabbityhundred and four and by the open_letter_to_god
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