A sort of blissful defeat
Current Song: Tool -- Prison Sex.
Current Mood: Masculine.
Fire-crotch is proving a worthy adversary as I've just conceded from yet another confrontation. Worthy of the big game hunt. Perhaps this will just turn out to be another work-related farce that serves to amuse me and me only. Just like the gibiscuit or the cookie castle, which I made today, where six cookies mounting one another formed a pillar of sugary and sexual goodness.
One thing that was on my mind this morning though was Tim. He may read this sometime, maybe not, I don't feel like bringing it up in person because you're all well aware of my policy on pettiness. Just some shady things going down recently on his behalf...first the ultra shadiness of the mini-golf day avoidance, then finding out all my comradery FYI's have been funneled through Janis, then hearing only from Janis's mouth that they both genuinely believed Katie would be open to .new. experiences. I imagine the lack of a phone call yesterday proves my assumption that they invited me to go along to Tobermory because they wanted to hang out with Katie for the aforementioned reason. Motives are my job and they're pain-stakingly thought-out, albeit sometimes they're wrong. Most times they're not.
Fifty pages and counting left on the last of Zerzan's works, they're falling down like bottles from the wall and I'm closing out more of the To Read list.
Last note: Scott agreed with me that those "pineapple" boobs were the tops so the rest of you can go to Hell.
/Marc
"A set-up whose essence is efficiency is already fundamentally nihilist."
--John Zerzan.
Current Mood: Masculine.
Fire-crotch is proving a worthy adversary as I've just conceded from yet another confrontation. Worthy of the big game hunt. Perhaps this will just turn out to be another work-related farce that serves to amuse me and me only. Just like the gibiscuit or the cookie castle, which I made today, where six cookies mounting one another formed a pillar of sugary and sexual goodness.
One thing that was on my mind this morning though was Tim. He may read this sometime, maybe not, I don't feel like bringing it up in person because you're all well aware of my policy on pettiness. Just some shady things going down recently on his behalf...first the ultra shadiness of the mini-golf day avoidance, then finding out all my comradery FYI's have been funneled through Janis, then hearing only from Janis's mouth that they both genuinely believed Katie would be open to .new. experiences. I imagine the lack of a phone call yesterday proves my assumption that they invited me to go along to Tobermory because they wanted to hang out with Katie for the aforementioned reason. Motives are my job and they're pain-stakingly thought-out, albeit sometimes they're wrong. Most times they're not.
Fifty pages and counting left on the last of Zerzan's works, they're falling down like bottles from the wall and I'm closing out more of the To Read list.
Last note: Scott agreed with me that those "pineapple" boobs were the tops so the rest of you can go to Hell.
/Marc
"A set-up whose essence is efficiency is already fundamentally nihilist."
--John Zerzan.