Catcher in the Rye has made me nostalgic again. After reading that book I feel a little less alone, but then again, I feel a little more so. It's such a depressingly beautifully written book. I wish I knew this kid, I wish we could talk about the ducks and hate each other. I know we would get along so awfully, but it would be okay.
On another note:
Work is hell when they're all men in you're department. Correction; boys. They're always talking about their dicks and chicks they've fucked. I can't stand it, it's driving me crazy. I don't know how long I'll last when I'm constantly reminded that I have a vagina and they all have dicks, which t