Itinerantdaughter's Blog

It could be worse, Alexander. You could be a suicidal Russian slut.

Shit got weird today, and I all of sudden was washed over with a wave of DOOM, as if something really terrible was going to happen or had happened and I just hadn’t found out about it yet.  I’m counting down the moments until I can go home and hide underneath my blanket with a wee flashlight and Anna Karenina.  Don’t bother me –– I’m indulging in some at-least-I’m-not-_____ (basically, insert ANY CHARACTER from Russian literature here.)

This entry was posted on February 15, 2012 at 9:08 pm and is filed under I Hate Writing, Image Craving, It Could Be Worse.... You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.