Thing to put in a story, maybe?

There is something to be said for the scene: dinner party, either over or abandoned. Long table in the library. Half finished plates, glases in varrious stages of completion, melted, goey remains of a complicated punch. Chairs pushed a bit away from the table, all somewhat facing me, as if occupied by an invisible audience even now. A ghost-party all in costume, all silently turned to me. Hostess of the host.

I have The Grey Album, the interesting Jay Z black album Beatles White Album fusion, should anyone want it. Brush Your Shoulders Off is my fav on the cd thus far. I recc it to anyone who wants to burn it off me, just ask and I'll burn one for you.

Finally watching 2001 sober so we can return the bitch to netflix. Doing it, sadly not while paying full attention, but while typing up three dumb ass Responses for HardyWilde. I should be up all night, I have reading besides. Am I ever going to get to finish my for-fun books?

I sadly reached that bitchy stage mid-day today during the cookathon, screaming for the vanilla, cursing the powdered sugar and generally being cunty while frazeled, as I am wont, and freaking out over whether I would get everything done in time. Not the pumpkin pie, as it turned out, or the prop hand for the dirt cake. Sad face. Everything else went rather well. Sucessful entertaining.

Damn it, I'm losing a lot of what's going on in this fucking movie. I don't have any time to watch it attentivley, but now a cheetah's eating a monkey and I'm rather confused. Dawn of Man=cheeta eating pre-Man. Mmm, artistic. Wow, now monkeys FREAKING THE FUCK OUT. Is it that monolith thing? No, not yet, this is just a water hole fight. and now the monkey's yelling AT ME! Monkey HATES me! sad.


Dead zeeeeeebra.

Ope, now it's the monolith. Chill the fuck out monkey, it's just a social construct. (...I think? not really paying attention here)

I need to remember to ask Jer that symbol vs. signifier/signified question that I wanted to ask while high.

I;ve been having really bad 'you fail out of school and everything sucks' dreams in which I have to move home. Nasty. Yes monkey, touch it. ...and become a pile of bones? Wait, what? Commentary on the power of monolith and destructive results of contact with it, maybe? Fuck it, homework NEEDS ME.


Wait, standing monkeys USE BONES. This becomes clear! Okay.

Thing to put in a story, maybe?

There is something to be said for the scene: dinner party, either over or abandoned. Long table in the library. Half finished plates, glases in varrious stages of completion, melted, goey remains of a complicated punch. Chairs pushed a bit away from the table, all somewhat facing me, as if occupied by an invisible audience even now. A ghost-party all in costume, all silently turned to me. Hostess of the host.

I have The Grey Album, the interesting Jay Z black album Beatles White Album fusion, should anyone want it. Brush Your Shoulders Off is my fav on the cd thus far. I recc it to anyone who wants to burn it off me, just ask and I'll burn one for you.

Finally watching 2001 sober so we can return the bitch to netflix. Doing it, sadly not while paying full attention, but while typing up three dumb ass Responses for HardyWilde. I should be up all night, I have reading besides. Am I ever going to get to finish my for-fun books?

I sadly reached that bitchy stage mid-day today during the cookathon, screaming for the vanilla, cursing the powdered sugar and generally being cunty while frazeled, as I am wont, and freaking out over whether I would get everything done in time. Not the pumpkin pie, as it turned out, or the prop hand for the dirt cake. Sad face. Everything else went rather well. Sucessful entertaining.

Damn it, I'm losing a lot of what's going on in this fucking movie. I don't have any time to watch it attentivley, but now a cheetah's eating a monkey and I'm rather confused. Dawn of Man=cheeta eating pre-Man. Mmm, artistic. Wow, now monkeys FREAKING THE FUCK OUT. Is it that monolith thing? No, not yet, this is just a water hole fight. and now the monkey's yelling AT ME! Monkey HATES me! sad.


Dead zeeeeeebra.

Ope, now it's the monolith. Chill the fuck out monkey, it's just a social construct. (...I think? not really paying attention here)

I need to remember to ask Jer that symbol vs. signifier/signified question that I wanted to ask while high.

I;ve been having really bad 'you fail out of school and everything sucks' dreams in which I have to move home. Nasty. Yes monkey, touch it. ...and become a pile of bones? Wait, what? Commentary on the power of monolith and destructive results of contact with it, maybe? Fuck it, homework NEEDS ME.


Wait, standing monkeys USE BONES. This becomes clear! Okay.