newsflash: panicky ferrets will calm down in the shower if put on a shelf made of breast. However, attempting to leave them there after the water has been turned off its a mistake. Give them their own towel and save yourself. {she says with a stinging chest}
The nighttime is too far away. I’m stuck here with this plastic box. It has no brain. Fortunately, some of the folk who people this surreal place do. I spent a good ten minutes sitting in awe at this piece of writing. Only three hours to go. I’m working, but feeling particularly without purpose. Can’t even concentrate on science today. This is the kind of mood where I suddenly want to be practicing dance lessons on a roof downtown with someone who’s just had a half bottle of wine or dressed up as a brightly swathed fortuneteller with so many bangles that I jingle when I read the palm of the hapless shills. Something! Anything! Let’s go throw bibles at children from horseback. Last night was Kol Nidre, maybe I can find some recordings of the prayers on-line to sing with. Fill my room with the click of the chat and the raised voices of those who believe in something bigger than themselves.
< rant >Thief in the night bloody hands time. I’ve done the unthinkable even and picked up the phone. Returned all the phonecalls I care to. The rest can wait. Maybe when I was fifteen I would have found them attractive. Now they’re only making me weary. The next person to suggest going back to their place is having their head chopped off with something blunt, like their intelligence. What on earth possesses people that they want me? It’s moronic. You want to get laid, that’s more than fine, but don’t expect my involvement. I will laugh at you with harsh acid. Don’t hang out with this girl with such motivations. You will be frustrated and annoyed. Slip away you horrid boys, ease yourselves out of my life and into somewhere you can date. < /rant >