2001-11-27 + 1:12 a.m.

I really like Wumpscut. Ok..I'm turning into this Goth girl and it's scaring me. It's all I want to listen to. Industrial, EBM it grabs me. It didn't help that Mary filled my purse with CDs from her trunk after work tonight.

My roomate is mad with me because Seth told her and her loud friends to shut the fuck up the other night. I'm caught in the middle because none of them feels as though they did nothing wrong. I meanwhile just want to crawl into my room and turn the radio up and drown it out.

At work the bathroom is filling with cardboard skyscrapers because the shipment is insane. Everyday we get more and more crap that will not fit on the shelves no matter how hard you try. We got these stupid candles that reek of vanilla.

I hate vanilla scented anything. I hate the sickly sweetness of it all. There was this girl in high school who wore it all the time and once I stayed at her house and hanging from her ceiling fan were three little tree air fresheners all without plastic wrap all at full blast under my nose all night. I wanted to vomit. Now I can't take it.

My living room smells like Gumdrops.

I'm hoping for a Merry Christmas this year. Let's pray I don't get sick like I always do.

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