drudgery k-ndera really wanted to kill myself yesterday. or maybe i just wanted to be killed by something. i wanted to be killed by a car turning left, on the highway. i couldn't stop crying. i really wanted to die. i just can't be happy or good with all these things i've chosen. i couldn't stop. nothing matches anymore.. 011029 ... pepe le peu we'll always have paris 020326 ... silentbob forget paris! he was courting! they'll do anything when they're courting. 020327 ... pepe le peu but did you know she was really a cat who happened to get a "skunk stripe" whitewashd on purely by accident? even so, i still love her. 020327 ... silentbob le_sigh 020327 ... tender_square "i'll never understand those people who can deal with drudgery," he said. they were walking through an enclave of trees in the middle of a workday for most. "try being a woman," she muttered. "i'm not talking about housework," he said. "i'm talking about 40-hour-a-week drudgery." "women do that and do more of the housework at home on top of that." the anger was rising in her like birdsong. "oh, okay, is this about you not being happy with the level of housework i did when we were married? because i take care of that now," he claimed. her place slackened from his to create distance. "i think it's best we don't keep discussing this," she said. 230519 what's it to you? who go blather from