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I suppose I'll make an entry into this thing of... of.. I don't know where to start on what the hell this is. ...
But yeah... going to try out two new art forms today: one audio and one visual. Been writing... think I have something going for real this time, instead of just hoping that i do to the point that i believe I have a book on my hands.
This one might be shit for all I know. Fuck everything, though. I'm going to express myself like a cracked out art student with a caffeine drip. It'll pass the time and the holidays.
Sucks that Kali's not here. No one to ease the sometimes painful living situation in which I am currently entrenched. 'Hello Clarice.' Enough said.
I killed five spiders yesterday because I'm never sure of which ones will end up killing me. Maybe I should just shoo them up to the front of the house so people can keep them up their sleeves. Seems to be the thing that people do. That and sexually assault people in very mild ways in bars/clubs.
Brad broke my bottle of vodka the day before last. 500 mils of top shelf liquor all over the kitchen floor. He didn't offer to replace it nor did he look as though he was going to try to clean it up. My response? A nod, a bland 'OK', and walked away. He's so going to get his one of these days.
And I just got through telling Nick DeY the other day that I didn't have anyone to either hate or be angry with, and that it was so nice being that way.
Got some Christmas stuff in the mail, mostly American products that I have been missing. Like ChapStick. Good stuff.
Recently finished Lenin's biography. Changed my perspective, that's for sure.
Scheduled uni courses for 2007. I'm excited for semes. 2... I signed up for War, Fascim, and Genocide: 1900-1940.
I'm utterly beyond the hope I will find someone boyfriend-worthy. Besides, it's kind of fun being the tortured, solitary soul. I fear, though, that my spirits would be significantly lifted should I get a little 'nookie', I believe is a catch word I can use.
I hate gay bars. I hate Sydney gay bars. I hate bars filled with ecstasy users. NO ONE looks good in those places, they just think that no one can tell.
'Tis all.
Oh yeah, been reading a Dean Koontz novel. Why is this man wealthy and I, poor?
But yeah... going to try out two new art forms today: one audio and one visual. Been writing... think I have something going for real this time, instead of just hoping that i do to the point that i believe I have a book on my hands.
This one might be shit for all I know. Fuck everything, though. I'm going to express myself like a cracked out art student with a caffeine drip. It'll pass the time and the holidays.
Sucks that Kali's not here. No one to ease the sometimes painful living situation in which I am currently entrenched. 'Hello Clarice.' Enough said.
I killed five spiders yesterday because I'm never sure of which ones will end up killing me. Maybe I should just shoo them up to the front of the house so people can keep them up their sleeves. Seems to be the thing that people do. That and sexually assault people in very mild ways in bars/clubs.
Brad broke my bottle of vodka the day before last. 500 mils of top shelf liquor all over the kitchen floor. He didn't offer to replace it nor did he look as though he was going to try to clean it up. My response? A nod, a bland 'OK', and walked away. He's so going to get his one of these days.
And I just got through telling Nick DeY the other day that I didn't have anyone to either hate or be angry with, and that it was so nice being that way.
Got some Christmas stuff in the mail, mostly American products that I have been missing. Like ChapStick. Good stuff.
Recently finished Lenin's biography. Changed my perspective, that's for sure.
Scheduled uni courses for 2007. I'm excited for semes. 2... I signed up for War, Fascim, and Genocide: 1900-1940.
I'm utterly beyond the hope I will find someone boyfriend-worthy. Besides, it's kind of fun being the tortured, solitary soul. I fear, though, that my spirits would be significantly lifted should I get a little 'nookie', I believe is a catch word I can use.
I hate gay bars. I hate Sydney gay bars. I hate bars filled with ecstasy users. NO ONE looks good in those places, they just think that no one can tell.
'Tis all.
Oh yeah, been reading a Dean Koontz novel. Why is this man wealthy and I, poor?