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Jul. 13th, 2004 08:20 pmTired. Got chocolate cupcakes. Had a good dinner. Discovered ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sinboy and his "Axis of Asshat" posts.
Work is what it is. I was late, and thought maybe I shouldn't go work. But one hour, two trains and two buses later, I arrive fifteen minutes late and stay fifteen minutes late. Sometimes, I wonder if I will work my way up.
I also had an idea for a comedy skit/way to offend both weirdjews and free_palestine. A river of spitle instead of a wall: all that is need is people arguing over I/P. A whole tourist industry is built around it. "Now we don't have to rely on religious sites for our money!" All that bile and knee-jerk reaction is sure to produce enough saliva to make a whole river. OK, I had an entirely different fluid in mind, but this is a family journal.
I finished The Pedarast's Wife though I have not read all the way. See, I had no idea what exactly happened to Constance Wilde, and when the fictional doctor (trying to use his own talking cure to relieve her of her paralyzed legs) found her dying and bleeding at village's doctor, I was just so horrified and sad that I couldn't read anymore than the chapter where he visits the syphlitic and dying Oscar Wilde. All because of a hestitation. Some rely on fate and quote Keats, and I try to find the exact moment where the person decides their 'fate.' Yes, I pick the most cheery books.
Oh when am I going to have the energy to write down stuff? Then again, I going through the first part of A+ certification and remembering more than the last time. Note to self: taking notes really does help.
sinboy and his "Axis of Asshat" posts.Work is what it is. I was late, and thought maybe I shouldn't go work. But one hour, two trains and two buses later, I arrive fifteen minutes late and stay fifteen minutes late. Sometimes, I wonder if I will work my way up.
I also had an idea for a comedy skit/way to offend both weirdjews and free_palestine. A river of spitle instead of a wall: all that is need is people arguing over I/P. A whole tourist industry is built around it. "Now we don't have to rely on religious sites for our money!" All that bile and knee-jerk reaction is sure to produce enough saliva to make a whole river. OK, I had an entirely different fluid in mind, but this is a family journal.
I finished The Pedarast's Wife though I have not read all the way. See, I had no idea what exactly happened to Constance Wilde, and when the fictional doctor (trying to use his own talking cure to relieve her of her paralyzed legs) found her dying and bleeding at village's doctor, I was just so horrified and sad that I couldn't read anymore than the chapter where he visits the syphlitic and dying Oscar Wilde. All because of a hestitation. Some rely on fate and quote Keats, and I try to find the exact moment where the person decides their 'fate.' Yes, I pick the most cheery books.
Oh when am I going to have the energy to write down stuff? Then again, I going through the first part of A+ certification and remembering more than the last time. Note to self: taking notes really does help.
