So, today I bought lingerie.
When I got home, I realised that the person in the store had left the big plastic security tag on a pair of knickers.
So I took out my Dremel and cut the big plastic tag in half.
When I got home, I realised that the person in the store had left the big plastic security tag on a pair of knickers.
So I took out my Dremel and cut the big plastic tag in half.
Ennui blog was tedious (Appropriately. It's part of the artistic statement, no really).
So some stuff instead.
Acquisitive Consumerism as a form of Capitalist Process
I bought one of these, so as I could counter the unflattering effects of sitting in an office all day. She's stunningly and exhilarating and good between my thighs. I mean, I totally don't need a girlfriend.
She's so pretty. I called her Φοίβη[1]. I felt like a grownup again the moment I brought her home. Plus she was second hand, so I was supporting a friend's endeavours while buying myself a little bit of freedom. I suppose since she was originally imported from the United Kingdom I can't really brag about my carbon footprint, but I HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH THAT OK.
[1: Pheobe, you phillistine. Sappho owns you.]
In the pursuit of the Elichrusid Platonic Ideal
My job is stupid, and I've been doing it for a year simply because I stopped paying attention. This is clearly deranged and unnecessary, and it leads to enthusiastic enennuinated shouting[3].
So I've begun the enrolment process, at long last. I'm going back to school next January to study biochemistry, so I can get down the with the genetics and feed the world, or at least finish off all the bees[2], and also so I can not live in Australia anymore.
[2: Not true. Bees are pretty, and you should love them and not kill them all.]
[3: Enennuinated: having been impregnated with the essence of ennui. You're welcome.]
What did you do in January?
So some stuff instead.
Acquisitive Consumerism as a form of Capitalist Process
I bought one of these, so as I could counter the unflattering effects of sitting in an office all day. She's stunningly and exhilarating and good between my thighs. I mean, I totally don't need a girlfriend.
She's so pretty. I called her Φοίβη[1]. I felt like a grownup again the moment I brought her home. Plus she was second hand, so I was supporting a friend's endeavours while buying myself a little bit of freedom. I suppose since she was originally imported from the United Kingdom I can't really brag about my carbon footprint, but I HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH THAT OK.
[1: Pheobe, you phillistine. Sappho owns you.]
In the pursuit of the Elichrusid Platonic Ideal
My job is stupid, and I've been doing it for a year simply because I stopped paying attention. This is clearly deranged and unnecessary, and it leads to enthusiastic enennuinated shouting[3].
So I've begun the enrolment process, at long last. I'm going back to school next January to study biochemistry, so I can get down the with the genetics and feed the world, or at least finish off all the bees[2], and also so I can not live in Australia anymore.
[2: Not true. Bees are pretty, and you should love them and not kill them all.]
[3: Enennuinated: having been impregnated with the essence of ennui. You're welcome.]
What did you do in January?
"Why don't you date? People make you sandwiches and then you can have sex with them. It's pretty cool."
~Lemonkid
~Lemonkid
So, yesterday I held a fourteen day old parrot. He was chirpy and happy and adorable. He didn't have any feathers yet so he looked like an alien, and between his purple blotchy skin, his great big black eyes and his scrawny neck he was the epitome of beautiful ugly. I rubbed the back of his head and he liked it so much he nearly fell over.
Love
Love fills you with joy and vivicy, and gives you strength when you feel too tired to carry on. It makes your passions brighter, but shelters you from scorn and criticism. Love makes days rush past in a joyous blur. Love makes you foolish and reckless, but it means you don't mind even when it doesn't pan out.
I hope you have something in your life that you love as firmly and truly as I love amphetamines.
Love fills you with joy and vivicy, and gives you strength when you feel too tired to carry on. It makes your passions brighter, but shelters you from scorn and criticism. Love makes days rush past in a joyous blur. Love makes you foolish and reckless, but it means you don't mind even when it doesn't pan out.
I hope you have something in your life that you love as firmly and truly as I love amphetamines.
