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I'm addicted to Lemon Juice, I use it as an upper. When I'm feeling down, or discouraged, I sneak over to the fridge, checking over my shoulder to make sure no one sees me, and I take a swig. I like how it makes me feel.
I've been taking Halls Cough Drops as a downer for years though.
I guess that would be my gateway drug.
Also whenever I get a toothpick I leave it in my mouth like a cigarette, usually clutched tight in the corner of my mouth with my back teeth, but occasionally rolling it around my jaw, taking it out if I intend to talk at length only to replace it only when I finish my point, and sometimes -if no one's looking- flipping it top over bottom against the roof of my moth with my tongue.
20.8.08
19.8.08
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a countdown of people I admire:
9) Oscar Wilde
8) Alan Alexander Milne
7) Mitch Hedburg
6) Craig Thompson
5) Jim Henson
4) Winston Churchill
3) Charles Shultz
2) Charles Chaplin
1) Bill Watterson
As you can see ("you" in this not being an actual reader, but a subdued sense of self-scrutiny) I haven't been updating this much or been putting much of anything worthwhile on it.
I like listing things though, which is responsible for this past little trend. I intend to start posting more interesting stuff on here. Soon.
a countdown of people I admire:
9) Oscar Wilde
8) Alan Alexander Milne
7) Mitch Hedburg
6) Craig Thompson
5) Jim Henson
4) Winston Churchill
3) Charles Shultz
2) Charles Chaplin
1) Bill Watterson
As you can see ("you" in this not being an actual reader, but a subdued sense of self-scrutiny) I haven't been updating this much or been putting much of anything worthwhile on it.
I like listing things though, which is responsible for this past little trend. I intend to start posting more interesting stuff on here. Soon.
11.8.08
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a list of things to do in the next couple of days:
10) find something poignant
9) be more aphoristic
8) learn some new words
7) read batman fanfiction
6) figure out how to get to a party on saturday
5) draw something nifty
4) finish Richler's "Barney's Version" and Hemingway's "A Moveable Feast"
3) finish tidying up and do my paperwork (organizing stacks of random paper)
2) make more lists
1) write
a list of things to do in the next couple of days:
10) find something poignant
9) be more aphoristic
8) learn some new words
7) read batman fanfiction
6) figure out how to get to a party on saturday
5) draw something nifty
4) finish Richler's "Barney's Version" and Hemingway's "A Moveable Feast"
3) finish tidying up and do my paperwork (organizing stacks of random paper)
2) make more lists
1) write
27.7.08
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a coundown of Authors I Want to Read More of
5. Vonnegut
4. Kipling
3. Hemingway
2. Wilde
1. Nietzsche
Technically I haven't read any Kurt Vonnegut, but my impression of him is that of someone epic, and that's enough to make the list. I feel like I'm forgetting someone though, but I'll remember that later.
a coundown of Authors I Want to Read More of
5. Vonnegut
4. Kipling
3. Hemingway
2. Wilde
1. Nietzsche
Technically I haven't read any Kurt Vonnegut, but my impression of him is that of someone epic, and that's enough to make the list. I feel like I'm forgetting someone though, but I'll remember that later.
18.7.08
11.7.08
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Turnips taste like sadness. It's a pungant, unshakable undertone in every bite.The aftertaste is the worst bit, the forlorn sensation lingering on after the deed like the forbidden fruit [or root vegetable in this case]
I eat turnips like I read sad poetry, not for enjoyment, but a lesson in despair: a portal to a deeper world of dismal underwritten detachment confined forevermore to bitter depression. But you don't have to boil poetry, and doesn't leave the room filled with musky turnip stank, so I stick to that.
Turnips taste like sadness. It's a pungant, unshakable undertone in every bite.The aftertaste is the worst bit, the forlorn sensation lingering on after the deed like the forbidden fruit [or root vegetable in this case]
I eat turnips like I read sad poetry, not for enjoyment, but a lesson in despair: a portal to a deeper world of dismal underwritten detachment confined forevermore to bitter depression. But you don't have to boil poetry, and doesn't leave the room filled with musky turnip stank, so I stick to that.
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