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"In the 1750s, young ladies taking refuge behind their fans signaled their lovers with a complex lexicon of over 50 gestures to signal amorous aims. A lady pressing the fan to her lips would be a sign to steal a kiss at the next opportune moment; spreading the fan open wide would tell him to make it passionate." -
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I'm getting pretty tired of my own company. Other people don't seem to make things much better, though.
I need something and I don't know what it is. -
Wednesday, January 7th
I just spent hours waiting for the plumbers to fix the sink in the new house. The good news is the garbage disposal doesn't projectile vomit up its contents anymore when you turn it on (it was impressive and utterly horrifying), and both sides of the sink drain in under an hour now. The bad news is they had to run the disposal to fix it and the ( Read more... ) -
I Gonna Find Another Place, Maybe One I Can Stand
I woke up at 3:40 to the sun setting behind the clouds, golden light and all that blue sky. Sometimes, if I've gone long enough without it, I forget that I need to have beauty in my life every day. I think I've spent too much of the past weeks cooped up in houses, isolated by the snow and the rain and my own head ( Read more... ) -
To Whom It May Concern
I want to say sorry to everyone I've let drift or flaked out on or haven't been there for lately. Truly. I miss you and I wish there were more of me so I could delegate my time rather than prioritizing and coming up a little short on something almost every day. I'm sorry you're the ones getting the short end ( Read more... ) -
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Today I contacted an exotic dancer and a contortionist, learned how to use the student Print Shop and edited Wikipedia. -
Hey Mister DJ, play something cool...
I seem to be most of the way recovered from the physical aspects of the Rockstar Plague of '08, though not the academic effects. Apparently I have a paper due for French class on Monday, only the paper needs to be written in French, which I'm actually less worried about than the fifty pages of Flaubert (also in French) I need to have read in order ( Read more... ) -
So kiss me goodbye, honey i'm not gonna make it out alive
Dear LJs,
I have caught The Plague, and I might not make it out alive. Well, okay, melodramatics aside I am feeling better then I was this morning, but since that entailed a 101.4 fever and vomiting... yeah. I'll spare you the details. Sufficient to say that being able to talk and sit up for expended periods is what I mean by improvement ( Read more... ) -
It's Nine In The Afternoon...
The concerts were awesome, we are insane, everyone needs to love The Cab as much as I do and now I feel like death. But!
My love for this band is not in the least bit ironic and everything is amazing. I am inevitably reminded of Renn Fayre, possibly because the video is like one long, joyful acid trip ( Read more... )
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