Bloglet, the gentleman's mock turtle soup -- Moss made it sweeter than myrrh ash and dhoup
The wine is good, but the meat is spoiled.
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12:46:47 PM,Friday 21 June 2002
Why do people only take pictures of cutepuppies and cutekitties or cutebabies or cute puppies and kitties in dynes? Why not sleepy naked college students who've been up all night and are clinging to that scrap of down and buttons like rats to plywood planks? We demand Media Representation! I mean, there's these people, but ew...
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07:00:09 AM,Friday 21 June 2002
I don't often say this, but: gah! I wish I had bigger hands.
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11:36:46 PM,Wednesday 19 June 2002
"My cubicle once adjoined that of a man who confided his weekends in me. Seems this man was partial to an activity known as Thermopylae. He and his boyfriend would stand in the doorway of their bedroom with rubber swords. Meanwhile, about twenty or thirty "Persians" he'd contacted through a special agency would rush the two of them in waves. Eventually they'd break through to the bedroom, but this could take until late Sunday night. Then the "Persians" would tie the man and his boyfriend up, whip them, proclaim them slaves of Xerxes, have a few drinks and go home. This man said it was the only way he could still get aroused by his boyfriend, who'd grown fat from diabetes over the last few years." -- Sam Lipsyte
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11:17:32 PM,Wednesday 19 June 2002
Cornetto playing. (specifically, "Marke the Musicke".)
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10:42:04 PM,Wednesday 19 June 2002
Fwah!! Schweee! Flooom! Mugga Yugga Zapow!
I'm in! I get to be in the recorder consort, which is divine, but what's more -- ha ha! Remember this? Well, I've got one! And I get to play it in the Renaissance Brass Ensemble! Zip Bam Boodly-Yooga Zat Dat Dat!
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03:56:44 PM,Wednesday 19 June 2002
I think I'm gonna try to play that bit from the Actus Tragicus for my audition tomorrow. I'm out of my mind.
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05:43:32 PM,Tuesday 18 June 2002
Grottoed beneath your ribs our babe lay thriving
On the wild saps of Eden's midnight garden,
When qualms of love set fire the nine-month burden,
And there were phantoms in the cumulous sky,
And one green meteor with a flickering
Trail that stayed always yet was always moving;
O alchemy!
The fire-boy knocking at the osseous belfry
Where thuds the double-throated chord of loving.
I can't just go to bed now,
although I'm feeling dead now,
but, oh, I want to stay and
collapse, collapse, collapse.
But I have got a lecture,
and lab, and just for texture,
a slab of bloody homework...
collapse, collapse, collapse.
If I don't read my textbook
I'll never learn nuffing
and end up writing sex books
called Cuffing and Stuffing.
So I will drag my ass down
and sit, the braindead class clown,
to wit: just four more hours, then
Collapse, collapse, collapse!
Collapse, collapse, collapse!
Collapse... collapse...
collapse.
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07:49:15 AM,Monday 17 June 2002
You shouldn't wear tighty-whities if everyone can see them. It just isn't couth. If you're going to walk around in pants with great big rips in the bum, wear your cool underwear.
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06:51:53 AM,Monday 17 June 2002
Big, vast, globular ball of Suck.
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06:43:18 AM,Monday 17 June 2002
Rawr!_
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02:30:36 AM,Monday 17 June 2002
I'm listening to an opera singer named Vesselina Kasarova. Yes, I know it sounds like "Vaselina Casanova". But she's pretty good. I am not I.L.W. her, though. Someone else has been vying for my affections lately, displacing my desperate fixations on opera singers. Cataclysmic, I know. The Earth rumbles...
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01:56:14 AM,Monday 17 June 2002
Ahhh... blue butter and Marmite on generic saltines. One appreciates these little midnight noshes.
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12:25:02 AM,Monday 17 June 2002
What time is it in England right now?
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11:36:58 PM,Sunday 16 June 2002
