I have SO fucked the day away in terms of my ability to do work that I should just commit seppoku right now. Right now! *slams fist*
Hrm. I've really been up to no good lately. Wednesday was horribly hedonistic, and while I have begun to learn to juggle, this does NOT mean I should imbibe horribly and get drunk on a Wednesday. But I'm doomed. Fuck! Friday night was the pool tournament... I was there from 7 pm-5 am and didn't even stay for the finals found. Damn. At least I looked awesome, but it was probably unhealthy to stay as my pool game slowly went to shit.
...why do I not possess cinnamon graham crackers anymore?
...yeah, so then after I slept after the pool tournament, it's just been a brilliant blur since then. Rocked w/ my sox out w/ Flux on Saturday evening. -- *strains to remember* The vague uncertainty about what the fuck I was up to is simultaneously entertaining and befuddling.
I'm not sure, exactly, what I'm getting myself into these days. I'm descending a very precipitious slope right now I have a lot of dramam, but I manage to keep it all in my pocket... I don't know if the situations I've currently been inhaibiting will just -- pop? I don't know. I'm letting myself get swept up and it's all really fine and well
I spent a good amount of last evening with my symbiotic twin. It's good to see that we still have at least a 90% mental overlap.
I think I'm rather socially incompatible.
For instance, here's a transcript of a conversation I had last night.
me: yeah, actually I tend to speak in this extreme hypberbole, in synecdoche and in symbolism all of the time. I've kind of cultivated it with my best friend, and it's always odd and vaguely alientating when I communicate this way with other people and they don't understand what I'm trying to convey.
him: ...so, you're expecting me to understand the things you have developed with one of your best girlfriends over the past year and a half?
me: hmmm. yes.
*insert look of confusion and exasperation*
Societally I am unable to communicate at which I am most comfortable thinking... lameSAUCE. It's hard to convey in text exactly what I mean. But probably ify ou saw it in real life it would be bizarre and alarming! Unless i were being antisocial, in which case I would slash and excorciate.
Moo! Enigmatic lamenosity.
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Hrm. I've really been up to no good lately. Wednesday was horribly hedonistic, and while I have begun to learn to juggle, this does NOT mean I should imbibe horribly and get drunk on a Wednesday. But I'm doomed. Fuck! Friday night was the pool tournament... I was there from 7 pm-5 am and didn't even stay for the finals found. Damn. At least I looked awesome, but it was probably unhealthy to stay as my pool game slowly went to shit.
...why do I not possess cinnamon graham crackers anymore?
...yeah, so then after I slept after the pool tournament, it's just been a brilliant blur since then. Rocked w/ my sox out w/ Flux on Saturday evening. -- *strains to remember* The vague uncertainty about what the fuck I was up to is simultaneously entertaining and befuddling.
I'm not sure, exactly, what I'm getting myself into these days. I'm descending a very precipitious slope right now I have a lot of dramam, but I manage to keep it all in my pocket... I don't know if the situations I've currently been inhaibiting will just -- pop? I don't know. I'm letting myself get swept up and it's all really fine and well
I spent a good amount of last evening with my symbiotic twin. It's good to see that we still have at least a 90% mental overlap.
I think I'm rather socially incompatible.
For instance, here's a transcript of a conversation I had last night.
me: yeah, actually I tend to speak in this extreme hypberbole, in synecdoche and in symbolism all of the time. I've kind of cultivated it with my best friend, and it's always odd and vaguely alientating when I communicate this way with other people and they don't understand what I'm trying to convey.
him: ...so, you're expecting me to understand the things you have developed with one of your best girlfriends over the past year and a half?
me: hmmm. yes.
*insert look of confusion and exasperation*
Societally I am unable to communicate at which I am most comfortable thinking... lameSAUCE. It's hard to convey in text exactly what I mean. But probably ify ou saw it in real life it would be bizarre and alarming! Unless i were being antisocial, in which case I would slash and excorciate.
Moo! Enigmatic lamenosity.
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