let us therefore fear ourselves and fight on the beaches where it tosses its whatsis

if i had successfully committed alien genocide in another galaxy, maybe then i would know what to do?

the good progress!

and that is how i came to be a recovering four quartets fan. i mean, it changed my life: it is noncommittal, it has allusions, it sounds really good, whatever. but i simply can't afford to be this zen about shit i need to get done, dammit. even if me not being zen = panic attacks. 

april this year

i feel like i am finally (please god) learning how to love: it's all a bit bitty at the moment but i keep getting coffee by myself and thinking, i can go longer like this. i have never feared losing a friend, even when it might've done me some good; i'd rather be right. i'd rather love whatever's around. maybe get earplugs?

up next: how not to be afraid of women.

 

it's hard if you can't change it / it's worse if you don't try

put it on my headstone: alfred skilton - just telling you a story about the lake fever. i always end up grinning like a loon during my commute imagining gord laying on the canadiana -- want to beeee your wheezing screen door! want to beeee your stars of Algonquin! --  while the girl goes "hurry!" also we're soulmates and i'll be lonesome when he goes.

just their luck that virtue and moir won worlds and didn't get to be happy about it. pity me too who has to avoid them all next year lest i sink into a deep depression when they inevitably fail. although chances are i'll do that anyway.

the ronde's tomorrow, apparently. whatever that is.

i want my conscience to be true before you, it says. but you doesn't exist. and you don't either. and i can't exactly form an unhealthy attachment to something that makes me more productive. and healthy attachments are boring. and