Just when I am a superwoman of productivity, the whir of things getting ticked off on my to do list resounding in the ears of humanity, I get a pie in the face of Prime Minister proportions.
One long email to my thesis advisor, begging for insight, which was actually clarifying my thoughts on stuff, eaten my IE browser.
Bastard computer. ^@%$#^%@#
Never Never Land is where my head is. And Mary Poppins is an annoying, pretentious, perfectionist bitch. I
And no, this is not photocopying of poRn...JB....
You called your letter a reality check and a letter from one adult to another.
Excerpt dated October 25, 2000.
"Unfortunately, school does not teach all the important things in life. Now that you are in your mid 20s, you will begin to gain a greater respect from life experiences in the next 10 years
part 1 of maybe many, but I hope only one.
the ritual of rituals.
I am comical, and this has been an adventure in awkward comedy for me.
Tonight. Regardless of how far my foot is down my throat, I'm ending it. Even if that results in making a mockery of myself.
See (or rather remember, cause it was eaten) earlier Oasis entries for a rundown of my suaveness in the flirting department.
me gods. 12 days and counting. that means that there will be at least 12 more rants...LOL.
a treatise on the rise of the xerox.
Perhaps brought on by an academic bantering on the objectivity/subjectivity of the corpse, too many episodes of _Six Feet Under_ and some really morbid introspection.
You have been forewarned that this could ruin a peppy disposition.
What gives *you* the fucking right?
Okay finishing up a funding proposal and I've seen different variations, but which one is correct.
"grass roots" OR "grassroots"
All you walking dictionaries out there, lemme know.
The dance floor is my second home.
Musing on bluntness: I find myself apologizing a lot lately for the things I say, which translates into apologizing for who I am. Why?
Space, me thinks I need a lot of it, and now that there is someone in it, my way of working and relating to the ether changes.
A sentence. I need one. A grand introductory one.
I need a focus, or rather an approach.
Making sense? Probably not....
Perhaps it is indeed all about discursive space.