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one of my fears: that my cousin's mum is going to ban her from hanging out with me, because our 'outings' always culminate in both of us smelling strongly of beer. we are such happy drunks, though, all we do is laugh loudly and slurrrrr our speech

today at work: rare human contact. we discussed AIDS, a mathematical model that came into prominence in ( Read more... )

a little baby on the bus today rested its paws on my arm for the duration of the ride, and its complete lack of respect for personal boundaries sent shivers down my spine

i wake up without warning and go flyying around the house
in my sauvignon fierce, freaking out

Let's drink a lot of wine and pretend to be matt berninger and sing until our voices cra ck

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Death, explained the priest this morning, is not really death, because we are not born. What we term birth is only an appearance - the soul taking on material form - and when the body fails the soul will find a new form, and another, and another, over and over again for an eternity of lifetimes, until it transcends material form and becomes one ( Read more... )

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I love every single one of Apparat's collabs.

Work has been quite enjoyable so far.  Seem to have become a pen and paper 'mathematician' (though some coding/simulation will probably be involved later), and spend most of my day swivelling on my chair, sighing, staring out of the window, going on walks to the pantry, reading math, and, yes, jotting ( Read more... )

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Finished the book after nearly three months of train journeys! Not sure what to make of the trailer and its slightly over the top sentimentality ("Everything is connected" ??), but on the plus side I can think of no better choice for the beautiful, snarky, and ultimately doomed Robert Frobisher than the lovely Ben Whishaw

mmm

My dream:

A serial attacker in Japan was attacking school girls, hacking off their faces...  He was attractive, he'd ask them out for coffee, then cleave off their noses, or stab them in the eye...  It was always their faces he'd attack, everything else he'd leave intact.  (dream logic dictates that he wasn't caught even though most of his victims ( Read more... )

It's hot out.

People seem to talk about the weather all the time, even at funerals.  Just recently I was at the funeral of a grand uncle who had very impressively lived to a hundred.  I didn't know who he was, but identified him when I arrived as no one else was in a coffin.  I took a seat on the sofa beside my aunt, who promptly struck up a ( Read more... )

whatsapp message from cousin in response to 'wanna do something tonight': Anyone interested in permanently removing their armpit hair?

So that's what we're doing tonight.  No, not really.

I wish someone would go to a sushi place with me and eat ALL THE SUSHI off the conveyor belt.  Where is D?  No one else does everything I tell them.