Hey: so I am living in Austin and have acquired some kind of cough that is like a death-rattle, very damaging psychologically - especially, it is terrible when I attempt to laugh and my mirth turns into these spasms that are a grotesque demonstration of how the passions and death are linked. I am basically writing here until I am able to go to my ( Read more... )

Your Seduction Style: Fantasy Lover
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My critical faculties suspended temporarily due to enthusiasm for this brilliant piece of cinema, I impulsively gave myself a very, uh, roughly-executed "new wave" haircut. Why?


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I've been reluctant to write in here because, first, so much has happened and, second, I keep being afraid I've accidentally made myself inarticulate over the years because putting things in words became a compulsion (what's more, in becoming a compulsion, it stopped being pleasurable as well as stopped being literary, or useful). I was about to ( Read more... )

Things are turning out kind of like I had always suspected: graduated college; living in a car; may be losing the vaunted "it," because the only thing I have to come "home" to is my low-income job, and many of my dreams actually consist of me arranging pastry trays. Also, I just addressed a middle-aged Beverly Hills woman as "dude" and recommended ( Read more... )

I witnessed a co-worker have an epileptic seizure recently. Much like during the disaster of 9/11, I just stood and gaped, perhaps resembling a spectator at a public event, while everyone ran around upset, I guess attempting to deal with the stressful situation. When the epileptic came back to work a few days later everyone was all "Oh, are you ( Read more... )

I've had a job for a while now, and quite possibly I'm the worst employee ever. Today was a six-hour shift, of which I spent four hours working extremely slowly because I was daydreaming about how, "I'm really a member of the proletariat now; there is a certain romance to this dolorous life, full of rhythmic toil -- merely so I can have my precious ( Read more... )

Ha, these old test results are still hilariously trueI am looking over old entries in order not to have to write any more new content for an assignment that is totally inappropriate in a serious, upper-division college course, and that I think I should be excused from on the grounds that it is totally lame, as well as because of the embarassing ( Read more... )

Something like six months ago it was actually posited that one of the reasons it would be ill-advised to live in the same city is because there would always be the threat that one would have to Alice B. Toklas and not Gertrude Stein and now, apparently, some members of the public have actually made such a comparison! And the consensus is not in my ( Read more... )

There are two kinds of experiences relating to art and shit - one where you see something and it launches you into a series of interesting contemplations, and that thing (artwork, etc) is then forever associated with the interesting contemplations you have as a result of coming across it; and one where you see the artwork or whatever and you have ( Read more... )