Okay so, I totally read your post on the rufus community and went to your site (because of the ennui) and it is really clever and enjoyable. I had to say that and hope you do not feel violated. In Victorian times ennui was considered a disease and you could get out of work from it. I may or may not have made that up.
Haha, I didn't want to say anything but I was thinking the same thing after I read more of your entries.
Also, if I had to die, I'd totally take consumption. Apparently lung diseases don't affect your singing voice at all, ala "La Boheme" or "Moulin Rouge" (La Boheme.)
Well, I do feel bad when I kill them (despite what Sam says), so I try not too.
Except, there was this one time that this giant grasshopper was in my room (he was the size of a Winnebago, literally) and bashing its head against the blinds, so I tried to take him outside, but he would have NONE OF IT. So I had no choice but to kill him.
but you look 'DORABLE in all the other pics.... lovin' the pink stripey number with the suit jacket. and the odelisque shot of you on the side-walk is tres erotique!!
ok, so, story time. it was like a few days ago, i was chillin' in osaka, just leaning against a pillar, smokin' with my shades on, and two americans came up to me and asked to take my picture, because quote: i "look cool." WHAAAA?!?!?! then they asked if i was british or german!! OTT!!!
see, damon, this is like your story because it's always nice to be complimented randomly, especially when wallowing in the depths of self-pity (re: i was ALONE, hung-over, and waiting around for my AIDS test results to come back). but it is NOT like your story because i've NEVER been cool! nor british or german!!
When I was up for graduation, K Skillz (Jonelley's friend) told me I looked like a rock star, which was nice, because I was fucking waiting for my goddamnable food from the Fluckering Duck. Pfft!
The AIDS test is what makes your story classic, PS.
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Thanks for the compliment, and, no, I don't feel violated.
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Also, if I had to die, I'd totally take consumption. Apparently lung diseases don't affect your singing voice at all, ala "La Boheme" or "Moulin Rouge" (La Boheme.)
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Except, there was this one time that this giant grasshopper was in my room (he was the size of a Winnebago, literally) and bashing its head against the blinds, so I tried to take him outside, but he would have NONE OF IT. So I had no choice but to kill him.
But, it was a mercy killing. Riiiiiiiiiight??!?!
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ok, so, story time. it was like a few days ago, i was chillin' in osaka, just leaning against a pillar, smokin' with my shades on, and two americans came up to me and asked to take my picture, because quote: i "look cool." WHAAAA?!?!?! then they asked if i was british or german!! OTT!!!
see, damon, this is like your story because it's always nice to be complimented randomly, especially when wallowing in the depths of self-pity (re: i was ALONE, hung-over, and waiting around for my AIDS test results to come back). but it is NOT like your story because i've NEVER been cool! nor british or german!!
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The AIDS test is what makes your story classic, PS.
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