2.11am
Thursday
17 March 2005
so I say fuck yeah
I will do what you tell me
so I say for you
I will do whatever you want
'cause I'm easy
so I say okay tear me apart
I'm easy
--Soltero, "Soltero the Priest"
Today I:
Made several pretty rad break-throughs at work.
Looked like crap most of the day because I didn't
go to sleep until after 3 in the morning last night, and
I didn't put any gobs of eyeliner/mascara to sway
attention away from the dark circles and dead looking
complexion.
Had a long chat with Matt about what makes people
normal and what makes them psychotic and why people
penetrate eachother.
Saw all the vagina girls—<<<3—and
got all teary at Suehyla's
goodbye moment. Dripping with emotion this week, I tell
you.
Felt semi-incapable of human interaction on any
meaningful plane. As someone who tries to have at least
a little bit of meaning even in my pleasantries, this
kind of cynicism is basically unbearable.
Watched a documentary on England, with good quotes
from Eleanor of Aquitaine, who has a gorgeous name, and
I like that she was thought to be gorgeous and
incredibly alluring herself when she was at the "old
age" of 30, and marrying the 20-year-old king-to-be.
Worked on my super secret projects.
Ate girl scout cookies.
Gushed over Casey's pretty new hair.
Sent out emails to about a dozen people who I
believe may come see me talk about my... down there.
Tomorrow night. More info, if you
need it.
Had an unexpectedly heavy weight lifted from my
shoulders.
Did not meet my goal of getting to sleep before 3 in
the morning tonight, either.
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