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dear sarah vaughan,
your voice completes me.
thanks,
a lesser sara(h)
life is okay today. my fingers have been consistently achey in the middle joints for some time now and i can't tell if it's related to cold, cold and poor circulation, or if maybe i'm becoming arthritic. they don't feel stiff at all; it's just this weird, dull ache that's hard to describe. it feels like the bones are cold when my fingers are warm to the touch. apparently gingko biloba only helps with brainial circulation and not so much the minor extremities. i can't complain, though, because my brain likes it when i slur my words less. gingko and i are friends.
piercology has some 5/8" 8 gauge cbrs coming from their distributor for me. that makes me excited. i want to know what it will feel like to have heavy metal hoops hanging from my conches in place of these lightweight glass plugs. my black buttons will always be my favorite but i'm ready for some big, fuck-off metal earrings... not that anyone will see them under my hair. harumph.
i feel overall less grumbly today. i haven't bothered to sort out my social situation at all and i probably won't unless it becomes any more irritating. so far, my best laid plans include little more than petty girl tactics along the lines of showing up to mutual social events for the express purpose of ignoring select attendees. more problematic than the childishness of that resolution is the fact that the remaining company would drive me out of my skull in a matter of minutes. also problematic is that my ideal romantic interest is just about as reserved as i am and love at first sight two hermits do not make. so, out of practicality and great wisdom, i will instead work to reinforce my impregnable personal barriers and make myself all the more unrelatable, or mysterious, depending on how you look at it, while simultaneously pursuing interactions entirely devoid of genuine human connection.
dark, enigmatic and mysterious. see also: boring and crabby.
i got new shoes! they're surprisingly comfortable in the world of flats. i really prefer the leopard print but they don't exist anywhere in the world in a size 7. i've potentially found the leopards in a 7 from shoes.com but they're listing the euro size as 38 which means they might be 7.5 instead. hmmmm.
oh, and tonight i'm going to go see michael shermer talk about people believing in crazy shit. he's being hosted by the psychology department and those freethought douche bags. i don't know that they're actually douches, i might even be one of them for all i know, but when i think of their fliers i think of those "do you have a minute for the environment?" assholes with the clipboards, or douchey elitist atheists who think they can entirely unhinge organized religion as we know it with one whiney "deities don't make sense" argument. i'm talking about you, will. feel the hatred emanating from my brain and shiver in whatever part of this world you currently pollute with your presence.
your voice completes me.
thanks,
a lesser sara(h)
life is okay today. my fingers have been consistently achey in the middle joints for some time now and i can't tell if it's related to cold, cold and poor circulation, or if maybe i'm becoming arthritic. they don't feel stiff at all; it's just this weird, dull ache that's hard to describe. it feels like the bones are cold when my fingers are warm to the touch. apparently gingko biloba only helps with brainial circulation and not so much the minor extremities. i can't complain, though, because my brain likes it when i slur my words less. gingko and i are friends.
piercology has some 5/8" 8 gauge cbrs coming from their distributor for me. that makes me excited. i want to know what it will feel like to have heavy metal hoops hanging from my conches in place of these lightweight glass plugs. my black buttons will always be my favorite but i'm ready for some big, fuck-off metal earrings... not that anyone will see them under my hair. harumph.
i feel overall less grumbly today. i haven't bothered to sort out my social situation at all and i probably won't unless it becomes any more irritating. so far, my best laid plans include little more than petty girl tactics along the lines of showing up to mutual social events for the express purpose of ignoring select attendees. more problematic than the childishness of that resolution is the fact that the remaining company would drive me out of my skull in a matter of minutes. also problematic is that my ideal romantic interest is just about as reserved as i am and love at first sight two hermits do not make. so, out of practicality and great wisdom, i will instead work to reinforce my impregnable personal barriers and make myself all the more unrelatable, or mysterious, depending on how you look at it, while simultaneously pursuing interactions entirely devoid of genuine human connection.
dark, enigmatic and mysterious. see also: boring and crabby.
i got new shoes! they're surprisingly comfortable in the world of flats. i really prefer the leopard print but they don't exist anywhere in the world in a size 7. i've potentially found the leopards in a 7 from shoes.com but they're listing the euro size as 38 which means they might be 7.5 instead. hmmmm.
oh, and tonight i'm going to go see michael shermer talk about people believing in crazy shit. he's being hosted by the psychology department and those freethought douche bags. i don't know that they're actually douches, i might even be one of them for all i know, but when i think of their fliers i think of those "do you have a minute for the environment?" assholes with the clipboards, or douchey elitist atheists who think they can entirely unhinge organized religion as we know it with one whiney "deities don't make sense" argument. i'm talking about you, will. feel the hatred emanating from my brain and shiver in whatever part of this world you currently pollute with your presence.