|why do flying monkeys wear elevator operator uniforms?
||[Jul. 21st, 2004|01:09 am]
|||||crown me king- swore by the stars & the big iron on his hip||]|
i had so much i wanted to talk about. stuff i wanted to think about, say about, etc. there was the bit where, earlier this morning, i'd explained to therese about "videlicet" & how james is nothing more than the skin that occurs when you boil milk for too long. that part happened- then there was a long interlude where caffine & mordicai negotiated a general sort of insanity. it uh...it got weird. but i kept it in check. you say paranoia, i say....what do i say? i don't say anything. saying something means you can be quoted. suffice to say, its dangerous. or if its not? it might as well be. i might seem like i'm acting a fool. this knife says otherwise.
tonight i watched the gilmore girls & talked about the state of my heart. its true- i'm in love with jenny. to be fair, i could be faking it. i mean, theoretically. but i'm not. i think that can be clearly determined. shit, i like her. i have nothing intresting to say. here is a free-be? you think you have any idea what i'm up to? i'll fucking consume you.