January 6th, 2006

botticelli

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I hate how men try to fix everything, and they think they have the answer to every problem. Like, if I can't figure something out, even if countless men have tried before me, then the man I'm talking to thinks that he knows best, and can figure it out.

Argh.


I have to go finish getting some stuff ready for my meetings today. Unfortunately, that stuff is at the library. It's not so much that it's out of my way, it's just *another* stop to make, more people with whom to make mindless chatter.