"A woman's test is material. A man's test is a woman...if a man could fuck in a cardboard box, he wouldn't buy a house." - Rabbi Dave Chappelle ------ Commentaries: Acy: > I am a pan of fed ants. Me: > I am happy to hear that. How difficult was it to scatter your consciousness among a scampering horde of insects? Acy: > I simply infused my brain with neurotransmitter-sampling nanomachines and advanced cryoprotectants. The nanosamplers inserted themselves densely into my cell membranes and then, afte...
The feathers from a deflowered dandelion float about the office. I am the only one who notices. All else is sunlight and obstacle. **Music:** Marillion - The Invisible Man ...
**Context:** Some quiz passed around on Livejournal (some misname these things _memes_ these days) that resulted in: > Barefoot- free, rebellious, and wild, you hate > boundries and rules. You tend to be on the > crazy side and often sweep people up along with > you. You are most likely the leader of your > group of friends. [please vote! thank you! :)] ------- Commentaries: fjolublatt: > oich, you got that barefoot-thingy too. Me: > yeah. it's a pity that i am usually shoed, however! Anonymou...
I am very hazy today. Of course, the reason for that is lack of sleep, a predominate norm in my life these days. It seems every night is punctuated with intermittent periods of slumber between longer and longer bouts with wakefulness. Shouldn't I be used to this sort of thing by now? Anyhow, the office is ruefully quiet. Some fan-like-apparatus buzzes in the background. I let it be as my companion since my ears are a bit numb from the hours with my headphones. Am I the only one who feels increasingly letha...
Well, it is interesting to find that Jayson has joined LiveJournal (a perfectly booming population) and added me to his frineds. I thought for sure that my American compadres had abandoned me forever. Or maybe I reacted overly much perchance because of the extreme ideas that Loyal and Suzie portray. I don't know. The contrast is that people here are much less judgemental. It is nice to be around people who accept you for who you are no matter what. I could stay at Rostej's flat forever, drink myself blind e...
I cooked Tortilla con Patatas this noon between talks to my, i suppose, ex-love. She told me she'd call in 1 1/2 or 2 hours and I took a walk, came back, was hungry, was lonely, was despondent. So I created the tortilla. I made a fucking mess in Suzie and Loyal's kitchen. The tortillia was mediocre. Like me. Today was the last day I will talk to Jana. She leaves to England in less than 6 hours. Our discussion today was among the most sexual and most relentlessly depairing. Details would be painful. Would yo...
tigresa should thank nedbathlus for her opportunity to become a livejournal member or I shall personally skin and bone her, or, with the correct implements, create sausage from her. I am very fond of sausage. *Susie -* > Thank you very much nedbalthus, for being so kind as to allow me access to > romp here! It is much appreciated. I shall endeavor one day to return the > favor. > As for Bob, feel the bite of stiletto! ...
Absurdly, as usual, I have chanced upon a possible conclusion as to why I was so attracted to Jana at first. (You must remember that this was 1 1/2 years ago.) Possibly one factor was because she was such an untalented smoker. Just like Vesna. Even Vesna's sister commented over and over again that Vesna had no style whilst smoking. Her cigarette hung clumsily in her fingers and her wrist tilted at awkward angles. When I first met Jana, in that pub with a name I cannot recall, when I ordered Lucky Strikes Li...
I have an extremely difficult time motivating myself to write these days. What do you think it is? Atrophy of the brain? Boredom with life? Resignment? Leprosy? I cooked Tom Kha Gai this evening for Loyal and Zuzicka. It was most enjoyable -- especially the response received. At least I can pursuade myself that I am well versed in one non-trivial pursuit. Otherwise, the day went un-splendidly. I suppose I was mostly recovering from yesterday's attack of hypoglycemia. It was absolutely cruel. I was shaking ...
Suzie and Loyal chat about things I cannot discern in their bedroom and I am finally alone in my bedroom (their living room). The couch on which I sit shall serve as my sleeping place in a few weary hours. Somewhere in the flat, there is the soft padding of their cat and Slapp Happy grates away through the air reminding me painfully of Jana. Sometime during the next week my fate should, if all goes well, be sealed for some months. I shall empty by brain into the workplace which is also Loyal's own upon each...
nechtel bych hajzl. ne ne ne. i lost my darlinka last night and i feel like being somewhere between contrite and violent. listening to psi vojaci does not help. does this help? i think i shall have another cigarette. dying young will solve all of my problems. jsem 32. je mladej? i want to know the answer to this question. ...
