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Ampersand Twist of the Wrist
Jan. 10th, 2007 01:12 pm
I have bruises and I don't remember how they got there, I have cuts and I don't remember how they got there, I have a headache and I don't remember how it got there.
Yes. Best night class ever.
I have to mount things on mat board and center them. Other than I never could center ANYTHING to save my life, I am unafraid.
I get to SLICE MOUNTS WITH A BOX-CUTTER. FOR CLASS.
This is going to be so much work it's not even funny. I'm hurting from deadlines I don't even have yet.
The machines in the lab are MADE OF SEX. I don't even care that they're Macs and do all the stupid, stupid, senseless things that Macs do. They're beautiful, disastrous, devouring things and don't go anywhere, sugar, I've another bill in my pocket someplace, stay awhile, so fair thou art. XD
I dreamed he'd given me money, and I didn't like the why of it, but I never do. It is what ISN'T done that makes it a threat. You sit at the banquet table never certain which chair has the sword hanging over it, and meanwhile the thread is fraying, undwinding a little at a time, somewhere above you in the dark.
I woke with Celine Dion warbling in my ear. From shrieking to singing? Is that a step up? I love my clock, though. It is mightier than all other time-pieces and so large that Baraka and Leena both can comfortably sit at either end. ^_^
I still don't have a washing machine. This has nothing to do with anything in particular; it felt noteworthy. My drier still works perfectly.
My dishwasher made an odd, angry sound last night. I shall go test it for demons shortly.
Demons are what cause mechanical failures. Sometimes they're punishments from god, but mostly it's demons at play.
Of course I'm serious.
WE'RE READY TO BELIEVE YOU.
No, you're not, and stop stealing my catchphrases.
Yes. Best night class ever.
I have to mount things on mat board and center them. Other than I never could center ANYTHING to save my life, I am unafraid.
I get to SLICE MOUNTS WITH A BOX-CUTTER. FOR CLASS.
This is going to be so much work it's not even funny. I'm hurting from deadlines I don't even have yet.
The machines in the lab are MADE OF SEX. I don't even care that they're Macs and do all the stupid, stupid, senseless things that Macs do. They're beautiful, disastrous, devouring things and don't go anywhere, sugar, I've another bill in my pocket someplace, stay awhile, so fair thou art. XD
I dreamed he'd given me money, and I didn't like the why of it, but I never do. It is what ISN'T done that makes it a threat. You sit at the banquet table never certain which chair has the sword hanging over it, and meanwhile the thread is fraying, undwinding a little at a time, somewhere above you in the dark.
I woke with Celine Dion warbling in my ear. From shrieking to singing? Is that a step up? I love my clock, though. It is mightier than all other time-pieces and so large that Baraka and Leena both can comfortably sit at either end. ^_^
I still don't have a washing machine. This has nothing to do with anything in particular; it felt noteworthy. My drier still works perfectly.
My dishwasher made an odd, angry sound last night. I shall go test it for demons shortly.
Demons are what cause mechanical failures. Sometimes they're punishments from god, but mostly it's demons at play.
Of course I'm serious.
WE'RE READY TO BELIEVE YOU.
No, you're not, and stop stealing my catchphrases.
