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2000-03-16

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I am a coward.

Okay, maybe not as such, but I abandoned cf at work today and took another sickday. I fucking hate colds... And I fucking (I just like that word today, it's wedged quite firmly in my epinephrin-addled grey sludge) don't GET sick.

Except maybe this semester.

ANYWAY, I abandoned poor cf at work today, and slaved away sans arret at that stupid assignment...

With an unfair abundance of Steven's help, I, uhm, think it's just about done... I think I think... I'm going to test it again, but not *right* now...

Maybe I'll add a couple more features...

Wanna see it?

I keep expecting the doorways to start bending inwards.
Is it possible to have a speed flaskback?

"Acid on the floor so she walks on the ceiling"

"I tripped out really really badly, I tripped out, on acid"

"The psychedelic covers of the record albums all sing the same refrain: "It's fun to take a trip, put acid in your veins.""

"Christine, the Strawberry girl. Christine, banana-split lady. Now she's a turtle, now she's in purple, disintegrating..."

Gues what I'm reminiscing about TODAY? The flu-drugs have me in their deathly grip, daily worries are gone for this haze of smoke-strewn dance floor, latex upon latex writhing and the occasional snatches of silk and velvet and or impossibly-high mohawk or torn t-shirt and neatly-rolled up, arse-tight jeans... green docs red docs black docs laces and laces and laces, everybody's looking at their laces never at each other...

I can hear Dj Moose's perfect mixes, or DJ Black's perfect sets. Leslie's signature song (Rah-rah-rasputin) and Dj-Bitch-From-Hell's signature FALCO interlude.

Hey, if'n you can name those tunes (or if you're curious, you can always e-mail me), and better yet, send me the mp3's... (my ex kept the CDs) and, and, oh I'll think of something...

I know. I'll make ya sushi. Lots of it. Lotsandlots...

*grin*

I'm off to meet cf at McKibbin's and commiserate with him.

I think I'm too hopped up on goofballs to really do much but giggle, but ya never knoooooow... That angsty bitch sure can angst. ;)

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Last few Rants:

I guess this is goodbye. - 11:57 a.m. , 2005-02-10
Endorphins, stress, and magickal mystery - 5:07 p.m. , 2005-02-02
stress, incoming - 4:42 p.m. , 2005-01-28
heaving great happy sighs - 3:05 p.m. , 2005-01-24
Imposter syndrome strikes again - 1:20 p.m. , 2005-01-19