starfruit so simple

i've got something in my drafts called "salad facts" that details all my produce-inspired neuroses.

selfindulgent overthinkers of the world,

one of the things i think i know about myself is that there's this certain type of people i'll always want to be around. i've also been convinced, by some things that happened some time ago, that if i am to have some sort of relationship with someone who fits the profile that requires we exchange ideas over a period of time measured in something longer than hours, it's almost impossible to end well, because among other things, the downright comical difference between the way we interact with otherpeople guarantees hard feelings.

more recently i've been idolizing, fantasizing and philosophising whenever i get the urge. it wasn't a conscious decision, and i'm sure i wouldn't be able to maintain any of that noble detachment if tempting circumstances arose. it just happened to go with the life-is-what-happens-to-other-people thing i've got going, is all.

i'm not sure what it is that i'm trying to say. i think it's just that sometimes things happen in the world, but it's never anything a little rationalisation and revisionism can't fix.

more like Biennial Horrible Sports Commentary Fortnight amirite

1. cycling.

2. my massive crush on ışıl is massive and no amount of shoddy basketball playing can change that.

3. four years ago i was in a hotel room in las vegas marathoning sg-1.
4. i got to watch the jonah lehrer story unfold in real time because i happen to be subscribed to tablet.
5. i might be just a little obsessed with the way kaley cuoco and some other californians say -ing.

1. i hate all the gleeful expressions of fannishness the tumblr generation's come up with.
2. how is her name ışıl though how do these things happen
3. me and michael shanks, we're pupil-twins. also i hadn't noticed how awkwardly lit this scrapbook of 90s makeup trends show was and then i listened to the commentaries, ouch.
4. never let it be said i don't love the world.
5. tbbt really should bother me more. the earlier seasons are quite painful, but it gets much better. they couldn't have gotten it wronger than bones did anyway.

hey, awful people who don't know me

WHY THE SHOUTING

that's not how it WHY

WHO ARE YOU ANYWAY WHAT ARE YOUR NAMES I DON'T EVEN