attica

Chicago! Fuck yeah!

This trip snuck up on me.

I will be setting sail for the lovely land of Lincoln (see also: HOME) on Friday. I will be banished back to hell/Arkansas on Monday.

On the 14th, I will be attending a Captured By Robots show at . . . Beat Kitchen, apparently. I am not difficult to spot. Stalk me. PLZKTHX.

So it hit me recently that my internal monologue refers incessantly to "self." I do not identify with Andrea, Andie, Attica or the host of synonyms for Self. That is my name. I'd answer to that as well as a dog. For the first time, I feel drawn to a mouthnoise label (see also: name). However, despite being an avid grammar nazi, I'm pretty sure...
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Breaking news: Exclusive umbrella owners' club rallies in streets: nonmembers described as "Soggy"

In other words, the rain hesitated to let up for eleven hours, until I took a shower. This is because I am the center of the universe and personally hurt its widdle feelings.

It's kind of like saying "Forget this biggest cock in the whole world right in front of me, I...
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Well. Time to get my shit together.

I'm working my ass off. Coffeesluthood is rough.

I'm going to Chicago next month. Get back on the 15th. Then I finally get to move out of my shithole apartment. Then I'll live in a lovely house and be able to ride my bike to one job and rest my Delta 88.

It'll be a lot easier to...
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Oh, and for future reference: I was unwillingly transplanted from Saginaw, Michigan to the Bible Belt. I have only overcompensated in the accent department, to the point of saying "oot and aboot" and "eh."

(This is an x-posted festival. Don't feel too special, sorry.)

Haha. Okay, a couple of these compliments are pretty hilarious. "look out cyndi lauper, attica has come to town." Oh, and: "This is FUCKING SEXY! I can't stop looking at this set. I think I've looked at it like 20 times. I think it's eye crack!"

Eye crack. Wow. Ha. How surreal. When I first...
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So I am making an appointment to have "that which does not make us stronger only kills us." tattooed in courier new as a garter on my right thigh. I should be able to read it at a glance so I should put it in a band that goes all the way around. I'm sure I can design something. I love the one I have...
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I guess they call it "striking a balance" to imply violence and severity.

The life cycle for a biodegradable human machine is as follows.

1) Birth
2) Survival / Entertainment
3) Death

I can't seem to recall being born and worrying about dying has proved to be a fruitless endeavor.

I am grateful to have only the moment. I am grateful to be aware that...
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Kids, let's talk about flesh-eating.

I am an opportunivore and scavenger and if it ain't poison, it goes in my mouth.

You know what's beautiful? The same goddamn dirty hippies that will spew such grand wisdom as "listen to your body" and "your body is telling you to ______" will be the first to coo and whimper and martyr themselves when somebody throws bacon on...
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I am a biodegradable robot.

Wow. I'm sitting in the computer lab and my neck feels funny. I guess a beetle was crawling out of my hair. I'm all for slugs and worms and shit, but beetles remind me of ticks and ticks are parasites just like fetuses and fuck the whole lot.

Dear people sitting next to me, please go back to staring at...
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My theory on drinking and staying up late when I had to be at work at six in the morning was "the more fun I have tonight, the happier I'll be tomorrow!"

Perhaps beer clogged the gaping holes in that logic. Because I thought that I was going to die.

Regardless, I had an amazing night. Laughing hysterically at a rather dreadlocked debate about the...
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