fuck it, if i spend this much time on the computer i might as well get my two cents in too.
i'm miranda. it is sunday night. i am sitting in my building's gym, not because i'm about to hit the elliptical, but because i can steal optimum wireless here...and it is peaceful...the wafts of tide and downy seep in through the adjacent laundry room, and I, as i do on most days that constitute the culmination of the week, think about how i want things to go for the next... not in a compulsive sense, or even in a productive one, just a natural string of to dos, must dos and will never dos run through my head.
traffic is secondary
