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Don't talk to me about Pillars of Society. Or do, I just hate everybody in that class (Modern Drama), don't talk if you happen to be them.
I gave Danny the gift of gofugyourself.com, the greatest gift of all. Thanks, VV for lighting that path. Thanks Danny for being born for that site.
Last night I failed at sleep and took on the kitchen in the best tradition of Aha. Our floor is squeeeeeaky!
Watching Angels with Danny, which is assloads of monkeys of fun. He's shoulder rubbing me Roy Cohn style, GET OFF DANNY I AM NOT YOUR JOE. I never noticed exactly how many references this play has, how determined it is that you look at it in context. I don't think I exactly understand the value of such heavy contextually. It isn't just a feature of his writing, it's not consistent across his plays, but this one project, at least the first half, is all about other plays in some ways. How does one read that?
I'm really worried about Canada Dry Ginger Ale, Cranberry Flavored Edition. Becky says it's cutting itself, and it's just so spacey lately, all stale and wierd with a 'throwing up after a sloppy night on the town with the Olson twins' finish, I dunno, it's cold and lonely up there, I think it just needs somebody.
I got into underpo (undergraduate poetry workshop), which is an accomplishment. I'm happy. Not to shit on my own parade for lack of better float decoration, but the friend who applied with me, who deserved to get in if I did, didn't, and I can't help but think that that was a bit of a cop out ''omg your experimentalism so scary" decision on the part of the professor, odd because she is so experimental herself she terrifies me. I me, she freaks me out like Santino's 'phoenix!!1' Sasha Cohn design, that's how freaky. That's not fair to the friend, not fair to me who feels all patronized for getting patted on the head for narrative persona poem banality, just kind of shitty. Thanks for sucking Iowa Book style, Underpo.
You know, given that they were on the same boat, Prior's ancestors and mine probably rocked out on the Mayflower together. I bet mine were his fag hags, and there were zany goings on that one time we stole the yams and tried to do a drag show, but nobody could really get into it because pilgrim frocks? Not sassy. And then he got some from the captain and I cried and we had some sex because I'd never done it and somebody wrote that shitty season of Queer as Folk loosely about said adventures. Then Puritan Passions. Tea and Hos. That's how it went.
I gave Danny the gift of gofugyourself.com, the greatest gift of all. Thanks, VV for lighting that path. Thanks Danny for being born for that site.
Last night I failed at sleep and took on the kitchen in the best tradition of Aha. Our floor is squeeeeeaky!
Watching Angels with Danny, which is assloads of monkeys of fun. He's shoulder rubbing me Roy Cohn style, GET OFF DANNY I AM NOT YOUR JOE. I never noticed exactly how many references this play has, how determined it is that you look at it in context. I don't think I exactly understand the value of such heavy contextually. It isn't just a feature of his writing, it's not consistent across his plays, but this one project, at least the first half, is all about other plays in some ways. How does one read that?
I'm really worried about Canada Dry Ginger Ale, Cranberry Flavored Edition. Becky says it's cutting itself, and it's just so spacey lately, all stale and wierd with a 'throwing up after a sloppy night on the town with the Olson twins' finish, I dunno, it's cold and lonely up there, I think it just needs somebody.
I got into underpo (undergraduate poetry workshop), which is an accomplishment. I'm happy. Not to shit on my own parade for lack of better float decoration, but the friend who applied with me, who deserved to get in if I did, didn't, and I can't help but think that that was a bit of a cop out ''omg your experimentalism so scary" decision on the part of the professor, odd because she is so experimental herself she terrifies me. I me, she freaks me out like Santino's 'phoenix!!1' Sasha Cohn design, that's how freaky. That's not fair to the friend, not fair to me who feels all patronized for getting patted on the head for narrative persona poem banality, just kind of shitty. Thanks for sucking Iowa Book style, Underpo.
You know, given that they were on the same boat, Prior's ancestors and mine probably rocked out on the Mayflower together. I bet mine were his fag hags, and there were zany goings on that one time we stole the yams and tried to do a drag show, but nobody could really get into it because pilgrim frocks? Not sassy. And then he got some from the captain and I cried and we had some sex because I'd never done it and somebody wrote that shitty season of Queer as Folk loosely about said adventures. Then Puritan Passions. Tea and Hos. That's how it went.
