So earlier I was outside, with the heat and the grass and the almond blossoms and the little spider crawling across Starhawk's words and this feeling of complete lethargy just overtook me. I forgot about sex, about social oppression, about art. All I wanted out of life was to forever remain exactly where I was at that moment. This, of course, ( Read more... )

Today I got a compliment. "She's so stuck up. I can't stand those types of people. I like, y'know, tender-hearted, psychotic drama queens. Like you."
Of course, this was followed by "Aww, thanks. But you know there's a difference between neurosis and psychosis."
"Yeah I know, but I really do think you're going to be like Angelina Jolie in Girl, ( Read more... )

I meant to post this a while ago:
http://alternet.org/story.html?StoryID=18730

I've decided I have to go to Michfest somehow, anyhow. Except I can't seem to get any of my friends excited about hanging around hundreds of hairy naked women for 5 days...that's quite a downer.

( It's a little long... )

Thursdays are such an ego stroke.

I'm on my weekend already. I have a mere three days until Bitch and Animal. Yeah, senior year definaltey has its perks.

I'm pretty sure I'm going to have numerous affairs with my professors in college in an attempt to give myself some sort of closure over my last year's history teacher. He came and talked to our class today- full of lessons to be learned from the past and jokes about SUV's and impassioned "don't be toto" speeches, after which he came around and ( Read more... )

Last night we pumped our lungs and stomachs with artificial pheromones so that we could touch without reservation. So that, both sweaty and shaking, we could let the salt drip into our eyes to blur reality...blur everything. We did, it did, and as the passionless physicalities ensued, and her moans reached us from across the room and you imagined ( Read more... )

Sometimes I find myself taunting traffic lights. In example: "haha! I'm at the solid line, you can't stop me now!" I usually feel bad afterward, and thank them for letting me through ( Read more... )

I've realized that I love the feeling of being productive, so long as the productiveness is in relation to attending nuclear testing hearings and supporting the Department of Peace bill, and not in relation to re-teaching myself the methodologies of neo-Freudian psychologists.

If you've yet to sing along with Ani at the top of your lungs to The ( Read more... )