Hello Boys and Girls. Imandra isn't available to enter her entry right now. See Boys and Girls Imandra is currently expierancing what we here in her head call a system overload. Right Now she is Done. She is done with shit cars. Done with cold toes. Done with frozen locks. coroaded batteries. Jobs. Money. Guilt. emotions. caring. braething. rational thought. complete sentences. Done.

Fear not, Like many other area's of her life, Imandra is most likely not committed to this... umm... doneness. She's just had a slight shattering, and she doesn't feel like picking up her puzzel and puting it back together tonight.

It's too bad, if she did she'd be able to tell you that her job situation resolved itself, and now instead of having two verbal strikes, boss lady only has one silent one.

She'd also be able to talk about Joyia being lonely in New York, and how she feels bad for getting off the phone with her while she was lonely.

Don't believe that Imandra is completely fucking nuts right now? she's lonely, ans would love nothing more than to have someone with her, but she's still so out of whack that anyone who speaks to her will have the brute force of her boiling anger and frustration directed at them. It may form words, or it may just end up being a gutural growl.

We, the voices in Imandra's head, have concluded that the source of this firey pit of anguish is most likely tied in with the fact that this whole situation is completely and totally HER OWN FUCKING FAULT. When you've got no one but yourself to be angry with the anger tends to lask out at others. oh well, contact Imandra at your own risk for the next while.