Just listen to the music of the traffic in the city.
As a useless update on my current emotional state, the weather this week has been seasoned with raw nerves and outright disgust while approaching partly-cloudy shifts of contentment. The smell of napalm in the morning combined with french vanilla. And recently my addiction to Yahoo.com games has been borderlining on outright psychotic. Who the fuck plays all this shit until 7 in the morning? Jen, that's who. Tonight I played nine games of pool in a row with a middle-aged milkman from Nova Scotia, killing him with flawless strikes as talked about his child and I discussed humping the pole. And my all time favorite game, Literati, which never fails to dissolve me into uncontrollable girl giggles. Here is an example from tonight's spectacle (co-starring Amber):
Believe it or not, their highly-cultured upstanding dictionary allowed the word "GAE" to be submitted, as observed above. I tried consulting SmarterChild about this abomination, but he simply proffered corrections to my apparent misspelling. This is but a mere example as to why this fucking game is so hopelessly addictive, combined with the fact that you can watch your opposing player drag letters and fuck up. Good shit, man.
Also, prepare for some uncanny writing of some sorts, as I've recently become a sell-out mock gypsy and purched a deck of Medieval Scapini tarot cards (it was the awesome artwork, I swear on a stack of aborted fetuses).
To conclude tonight's episode: Prepare for thunderstorms of manic happiness quickly changing to pre-menstrual disgust, and me dumping my drink on the next young bohemian type banging about "suffering for his art" as I try not to choke on stale biscotti.
Believe it or not, their highly-cultured upstanding dictionary allowed the word "GAE" to be submitted, as observed above. I tried consulting SmarterChild about this abomination, but he simply proffered corrections to my apparent misspelling. This is but a mere example as to why this fucking game is so hopelessly addictive, combined with the fact that you can watch your opposing player drag letters and fuck up. Good shit, man.
Also, prepare for some uncanny writing of some sorts, as I've recently become a sell-out mock gypsy and purched a deck of Medieval Scapini tarot cards (it was the awesome artwork, I swear on a stack of aborted fetuses).
To conclude tonight's episode: Prepare for thunderstorms of manic happiness quickly changing to pre-menstrual disgust, and me dumping my drink on the next young bohemian type banging about "suffering for his art" as I try not to choke on stale biscotti.