elevator

I want always to be stuck on an elevator
with people and no iPods (or other excuses for not talking)

I want always to talk to people
Not just look at them and think about who they might be

I want always to be young
and unafraid

I want always to be creative
(it’s a vital sign of health in me)

the official new drink of christmas: peppermint latte with extra espresso from the place where the definition of the north american culture is manifested (but cassandra happens to think it tastes like peppermint flavoured saliva... such that you aquire upon sucking on a peppermint for an extended period, and periodically swallow your saliva.) strange girl, that one.
zoë's offical stress reliever: one half of a pink grapefruit, one sharp spoon, equals one relaxed zulu
the first thing zoë will officially do after march14*: stop combing, brushing, curling or in any way 'doing' her hair (and lo, she has already begun (for short spurts) to go days without combing!)
the latest accent to invade the zulu language: southern
today i dressed like the memory a pirate from long ago. i need a name though... any suggestions for a really juicy pirate name? i think Double-Boy Boots is a little irrelevant to my current position.
I like my voice better: when I'm sick. is that weird?
my new official favourite colour: green
i'm sorry: that I have such a lack of interesting things to write...it's not because things haven't been happening... maybe it's because so many things happen i can't take the time to write a really witty summary of them... and if i can't be write well, i won't post it.

*March 14 is my last day at Money Concepts. I don't know if I can make it that long!