when i was a larva, i thought i knew it all
women never want sensibility, all they want is a kind of emotional vindictiveness toward somebody else they care for too much. women are basically stupid animals but they concentrate so much and entirely upon the male that they often defeat him while he is thinking of other things.
so. strange things are afoot. life has taken a turn for the surreal. i lieu of writing the first research paper i will (hopefully) conquer in a year, i am reverting back to internet babble. i have no intention of telling you what is going on in my life, as if you care, you should ask.
sometimes i think i could kill with my bare hands. other times it makes me sad to commit genocide on the ants that are currently habitating my bed. i suppose it is a good thing i am sleeping there less and less. ants may be the smartest species on the planet. perhaps i should be sleeping with them more- less pregnancy terror.
bizzaro janelle has emerged from the past two years of an overabundance of amphetamines and ambiguous sex. my mind likes the change, but my lifestyle seems too strange. these sorts of events are supposed to happen to people who write about their crushes in live journal and swoon about in an incoherent daze of appreciation of another human being. i never really cared for human beings all that much.
what a strange progression from fuck cuddle to cuddle fuck.
am i going crazy? (will tiffany trippet die in her sleep? (i could blame it on the ants))
so. strange things are afoot. life has taken a turn for the surreal. i lieu of writing the first research paper i will (hopefully) conquer in a year, i am reverting back to internet babble. i have no intention of telling you what is going on in my life, as if you care, you should ask.
sometimes i think i could kill with my bare hands. other times it makes me sad to commit genocide on the ants that are currently habitating my bed. i suppose it is a good thing i am sleeping there less and less. ants may be the smartest species on the planet. perhaps i should be sleeping with them more- less pregnancy terror.
bizzaro janelle has emerged from the past two years of an overabundance of amphetamines and ambiguous sex. my mind likes the change, but my lifestyle seems too strange. these sorts of events are supposed to happen to people who write about their crushes in live journal and swoon about in an incoherent daze of appreciation of another human being. i never really cared for human beings all that much.
what a strange progression from fuck cuddle to cuddle fuck.
am i going crazy? (will tiffany trippet die in her sleep? (i could blame it on the ants))