Rusty hinges

Mar 28, 2009 16:23

I've been realizing more and more how much I don't enjoy drinking. Every time, the come down is such a huge downer. It's purely a chemical depression. I think I'm going to start drinking coffee at parties. I'm more talkative when awake anyway.

I've had a corpse of a spider on my window sill for the last two years. I wanted to see it biodegrade. The chitin in it's exoskeleton is really all that's left. How long does it take a finger nail to decompose? I suppose it's time to toss my friend out.

I saw a video about twitter that made me think of all the empty communication going on through social networks. But then I thought what else is there? It didn't replace friendship or seeing people in the flesh. What is there to talk about in a status update? The original literary style of stream-of-conscious was just a respect for the little thoughts and associations floating through our head at any given moment. Just a departure from dramatic story telling. When we're not telling stories, that's what we're doing.

My jaw is popping and locking like Shabadoo.
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