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just another faggot slutty, but well read



Friday, April 11, 2003 :::
 
You don't/
Have to/
be much/
from nothing/

Fischerspooner, Emerge

Thanks Casey! There's hope for me yet!

::: at 5:43 PM


 
Best Review of "Cremaster Cycle":

"Would have been better if he was gay"


::: at 5:36 PM


 
After some sleuthing I've found out that our little friend at the Mayo Clinic located this through blogger. Sorry, bub!

I'll try not to accuse all visitors to this site of less than noble actions.

Please note I said "try" not promise!

::: at 5:14 PM


 
The first person to view this page is from the Mayo Clinic!

It was probably some geriatric looking for a "rent boy", but the medication is making him a little woozy.

::: at 5:09 PM


 
It's official!

I'm movin'.....


...to the Gaybourhood. This should be interesting.

More on why later.


::: at 1:07 PM


 
I miss The Rabbit's "Mental Disorder of the Week".

Self-diagnosis can be so edifying. Not only can you operate under the guise of self-improvement, but you get to congradulate yourself for being so "introspective" and "proactive". That is until you realize you just used the words "introspective" and "proactive", then you just feel dirty...

...Lather, rinse, repeat as necessary.

::: at 12:30 PM


 
"A rather cold childhood may leave deep marks on your subconscious. This could lead to a sense of fear and distrust in the world that is not conducive to success in human relations and communications. "

"a tendency to be somewhat inconsistent, volatile, and changeable in romance"

I'm getting a formal letter drawn up with these two quotations boldly outlined. I will have it notarized by the Stars, and pass it out to all prospective mates, friends, and anyone who dares to ask "So are you seeing anyone right now?".






::: at 12:26 PM


 
I may be obsessing over details here...

...but lets take another look at this one, shall we.

"You will be happier when allowed to be occupied with searching for a person or a thing, though not necessarily in important work."

I thought I wasn't supposed to be focusing on trivialities?

There's a built in contradiction here, between what makes me happy and what I'm actually supposed to be doing.

Lock me up with a bunch of Lego, throw in the odd grilled cheese and hope something materializes? Are we going with the "infinite monkeys on an infinite number of typewriters" kind of scenario?

It's a bit insulting.

If only it was wrong.



::: at 12:04 PM


 
Is it happy hour yet?

::: at 11:51 AM


 
Easy ways to get defensive:

1) Get a zodiac reading

"Your attentiveness to detail is sometimes so exaggerated that it will cause problems in your emotional life"

"Your vulnerability to external influences makes you subconsciously imitate the manners and ways of those with whom you relate"

"In many instances, circumstances will require that you play the role of worldliness and sophistication but under the mask there will exist a very sensitive human being who is easily offended, and also very perceptive of the more subtle influences and impressions, as well as of psychic vibrations."

"This happens to you often because you tend to interfere in the affairs of others when you are not needed or wanted."

"we must warn you against becoming overly preoccupied with trivial details of a psychological nature"

"You will be happier when allowed to be occupied with searching for a person or a thing, though not necessarily in important work."

"proper success for you cannot materialize until you are well past your mature years"

"A rather cold childhood may leave deep marks on your subconscious. This could lead to a sense of fear and distrust in the world that is not conducive to success in human relations and communications. "

"a tendency to be somewhat inconsistent, volatile, and changeable in romance"



::: at 11:39 AM



Thursday, April 10, 2003 :::
 
(Mis)-understandings

Back in the day, when I was still somewhat viable, there was one particular instructor that left her mark. She was your typical ballet mistress. Taut bun, spectacles (not glasses), abrupt and quite inflammatory temperment. She was also gifted with one of the strangest accents imaginable. Something like the way a Japanese person sounds when they first try english, but with a harsh germanic inflection, and a little of Carol Channing's "ssshhhhh". It wasn't simply that her accent was amusing, I've heard alot of strange accents in my time. It was one particular word. One that comes up alot during any kind of stage training...

"Focus"

I'll never forget the day we were setting a piece, and as we worked through some movements she grabbed me from behind, pressed herself up against me and barked into my ear:

"Fuckus! Brodie, Fuckus!"

Me: "Well...um...er..What?"

"Look at her eyes. Fuckus on her eyes"

Me: "I....ju...Oh!"







::: at 5:38 PM


 
I was going to add a counter to my site (I love rejection), but terms of service tells me that they don't want their product being used by any pornographic sites, hate groups and spammers. Being that I will probably include all these lovelies in here at some ponit or another, I guess I'll just have to pass at the moment.

::: at 4:53 PM


 
Ye olde obsessions are rearing their heads again. Am I the only person out there that thinks everything should have an accompanying soundtrack and kickline? A proper kickline, I mean. Sequined minidresses and matching blonde wigs (neh cancan). Theres got to be a starving chorus group out there in need of a little attention, now that Cats is on it's way. Maybee we can throw in those little tramps from Les Mis' as well?

Note: Chairman Kaga, from the fab Japapnese TV show "Iron Chef" played the lead in the Japapnese run of Les Miserable. I guess it's alright now, if he chews all the scenery?





::: at 3:50 PM


 
Bored, bothered and bewildered...

...am I.

I'm getting quite sick of looking at the now totally illegible, All Encompassing (and consuming), so called "Plan".
I think it was quite brilliant of me to obscure some of the only pertinent information with scratchy triangles and random phone numbers.
Where the hell is area code 312?!
Who are you 604-XXXX?
More importantly (and probably), do I owe you money?






::: at 2:05 PM






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