NEW! redesigned flagellae with improved sticking power!
you'd think that the unit price on sparkling cider would be less than that of apple juice- and you'd be wrong! this it's all chocolate , beans and cider for me today!
I always have a ton on my mind lately, I drew a comic about it but I can't scan it or anything. Writing is really hard because 1. finding blank paper in teh recycling is always a task and 2. everything relevant i think up is usually while biking, and I forget it before i can write it down. Anyways, shit, i just forgot what i was going to say now, too.
cider break
what else is new...
I stopped taking the pill, and not just because of the high risk of blood clots (more painful sounding in accounts than in name), cancer, infertility, etc, but because it's really fucked up my sex drive. I'm sure everyone wanted to know that. For now, it's charts and temperature taking and mucus checking and hopefully not but possibly herbal abortions if needed.
Clocks effing suck. I don't have a watch cause my phone got lost coming back from provi, and it's pretty cool. I like not knowing what time it is and thus not feeling rushed, and would prefer starting to use sun markers instead of hours for planning. Wanton technological development sucks., It turns people into disposable resources and machines into gods.
Sexism sucks. it really is confusing to feel so competitive with other women for no reason in particular. sure, i'm upset a lot by the fact that, in a lot of ways, life in a patriarchal society is a lot easier in a lot of ways (easier access to sex, jobs, money, relationships, etc),. but then I forget that it's harder, too (more likelihood of sexual assault, objectification, and harrassment). Sure i'm upset that i'm overlooked in conversations a lot in favor of either more outspoken women and (much more commonly) men. But where does competition fit in with "solving" this? I guess it's just ingrown. Unfourtunately, unlike leg hairs, I can't sit around for 20 minutes pulling out all the wrong habits nailed into me with tweezers. (nice visual, eh?).
I'm tired of feeling incomplete, and feeling like all my friends are vanishing if not because I have nothing to offer them in the way of conversation or stories or support, or even TIME, because they're just leaving for other states countries or scenes. Fucking scenes.
I'm tired of feeling like my time is neatly divided up into undesirable activities. And according to an undesirable, forcibly imposed time-keeping/destroying system. For once, though, I don't feel like i'm going to go to sleep and hope that the world's ended the next day.
all i ever wanted was to pick apart the day put the pieces back together my way
It was stupid not to go to la rivolta.
sitting in sharpie's room. it smells kind of like bbq. notible bookshelf residents include Das kapital, days of war nights of love, 501 spanish verbs, and the celluloid closet.
I cant tell stories cause i got no memory. i can't tell you what's been up since we last made small talk cause any relevant thought has slipped away just as quickly as it came.
college adn apartment shit is closing in. somehow this sublet worked out, maybe the fall will too? then again i got no shower and a yard/wasteland filled with 40 bottles and rotten vegetables. recent additions: grey apple cores, rotten sulfurous tofu, and fuzzy squash.
building an adobe hut off the grid or something would be cool, and then when it's time to move on go somewhere else and make a new one.
seeya ont he flipside.
oh yeah, an advertisement is due. go here: http://www.baamboston.org/papercut/
I always have a ton on my mind lately, I drew a comic about it but I can't scan it or anything. Writing is really hard because 1. finding blank paper in teh recycling is always a task and 2. everything relevant i think up is usually while biking, and I forget it before i can write it down. Anyways, shit, i just forgot what i was going to say now, too.
cider break
what else is new...
I stopped taking the pill, and not just because of the high risk of blood clots (more painful sounding in accounts than in name), cancer, infertility, etc, but because it's really fucked up my sex drive. I'm sure everyone wanted to know that. For now, it's charts and temperature taking and mucus checking and hopefully not but possibly herbal abortions if needed.
Clocks effing suck. I don't have a watch cause my phone got lost coming back from provi, and it's pretty cool. I like not knowing what time it is and thus not feeling rushed, and would prefer starting to use sun markers instead of hours for planning. Wanton technological development sucks., It turns people into disposable resources and machines into gods.
Sexism sucks. it really is confusing to feel so competitive with other women for no reason in particular. sure, i'm upset a lot by the fact that, in a lot of ways, life in a patriarchal society is a lot easier in a lot of ways (easier access to sex, jobs, money, relationships, etc),. but then I forget that it's harder, too (more likelihood of sexual assault, objectification, and harrassment). Sure i'm upset that i'm overlooked in conversations a lot in favor of either more outspoken women and (much more commonly) men. But where does competition fit in with "solving" this? I guess it's just ingrown. Unfourtunately, unlike leg hairs, I can't sit around for 20 minutes pulling out all the wrong habits nailed into me with tweezers. (nice visual, eh?).
I'm tired of feeling incomplete, and feeling like all my friends are vanishing if not because I have nothing to offer them in the way of conversation or stories or support, or even TIME, because they're just leaving for other states countries or scenes. Fucking scenes.
I'm tired of feeling like my time is neatly divided up into undesirable activities. And according to an undesirable, forcibly imposed time-keeping/destroying system. For once, though, I don't feel like i'm going to go to sleep and hope that the world's ended the next day.
all i ever wanted was to pick apart the day put the pieces back together my way
It was stupid not to go to la rivolta.
sitting in sharpie's room. it smells kind of like bbq. notible bookshelf residents include Das kapital, days of war nights of love, 501 spanish verbs, and the celluloid closet.
I cant tell stories cause i got no memory. i can't tell you what's been up since we last made small talk cause any relevant thought has slipped away just as quickly as it came.
college adn apartment shit is closing in. somehow this sublet worked out, maybe the fall will too? then again i got no shower and a yard/wasteland filled with 40 bottles and rotten vegetables. recent additions: grey apple cores, rotten sulfurous tofu, and fuzzy squash.
building an adobe hut off the grid or something would be cool, and then when it's time to move on go somewhere else and make a new one.
seeya ont he flipside.
oh yeah, an advertisement is due. go here: http://www.baamboston.org/papercut/