irony poisoning (12:01:31 AM) : and you should write more blog entries
feet of a queen (12:00:09 AM) : in my boredom?
irony poisoning (12:01:52 AM) : yes.
I am bored, and bored, and bored. Sure, you say, I could read that extra article for hum. But that requires a working printer and ink... and don't think I'm about to exert effort. And I'm hardly about to read it sideways on my screen as a pdf. I could also study Chinese, but after reading Durkheim all day, I'd really rather not.
I could go to bed, I guess.. but at midnight? That's like throwing in the towel. So here's some random blather:
1) Sometimes... I wonder about porn stars. Do they feel empty inside? How do they deal with such blatant, public exploitation of their bodies? Do their sex lives lack the excitement of other people's? I'd like to read a study into their psyche. Maybe, to a porn star, the most amazingly fantastic sex is loving, sweet, gentle, even traditional. Maybe.
2) Sometimes I think about how cool it would be to walk on the ceiling, minus the blood rushing to my head. I would especially like how walking into each room would require you to crawl over that short doorway wall. And sliding down the staircase walls.
3) I have no conception of not making myself at home. I sit down on public floors, sit sideways in public chairs, breathe on public windows and write things in the fog. (Upekha is my kin on this one, we discovered yesterday.)
4) Like chocolate-covered cherries? Come and take them from me. I have a box-full, and I don't want them.
5) I bet I'll never finish One Hundred Years of Solitude.
6) I was a girl scout for two weeks, once. I hated it.
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