Friday, October 28, 2005
the anus is a watershed
gritty-eyed and keyed up on a mixture of hormonal highs and bad planning; leaving me incoherent and feeling like i'm moving through tar, arms windmilling fruitlessly while the days blur by in cushioned chairs and fluorescent lighting dimmed and brightened, synchronising, like perfect watches, the nodding of heads to diurnal-nocturnal scrambling for time to fill the spaces between panic and apathy.
tired. the cycles are starting to exact their toll on my personality. very lupine tendency now to curl up into a ball and growl at anyone who comes near.
as for updates in my life:
went to oktoberfest at village. suffice to say seeing respectable middle-aged female executives jumping up onto benches and waving beers around definitely made my night. tabletop dancing rocks. especially when you're doing it with a middle-aged man to the strains of cheesy live bavarian music performed by a guy with a terrible schwarzenegger accent and shorts with suspenders. yes, i need counseling, i know.
mm a lot of belated birthday presents are coming in. go me!
is it just me, or is my life getting more and more boring and unremarkable??
guess its just me.
ps: the title is from some random phrase in moore. haha
+ fictions&fires
1:12 AM
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plangere, latin: to strike, or to lament.
in the depth of winter i finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.
--albert camus
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to be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best night and day to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle any human being can fight and never stop fighting.
-- ee cummings
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