The thing is, every time I try to step to chicks at the supermarket, they look at me like I'm an alien.

Speedbump is me if I had a vagina and my shit together.

And I think Fiona Apple was in my dream.
I think I was comforting a crying Fiona Apple.

Offhand remark yesterday after class I think inspired dream wherein I dated a Spanish/English bilingual.

So fucking sexy.

Had to stop in the middle of sex with Boss Lady. Had a big talk; she was crying; I can’t be what she needs. Made up; conceded it was better to find a way to have/enjoy this than not. Went back inside her,
Was still thinking about ariadnæ and no sex, with anyone, for 7+ months. Dreamt about Speed Bump instead.

Sent you that e-mail while making my lunch

and by the time the food was ready, I’d lost my appetite

Also had a dream about sign language

Had a dream I cut my hair. Losing my hair felt just like losing my voicemail.

Dreamt I found the Rykodisc “Hot Rats” for my brother

This guy was dying for his fifteen minutes

Re: This one sentence just BLEW MY FUCKING MIND

And, as far as agricultural progress is concerned, trust me, you don’t get into agriculture willy-nilly. Farming is much, much harder than hunting and gathering is; raising animals will cut your lifespan short because you’ll trade diseases with them; and agricultural societies tend to be taken over by annoying kings and emperors, who tend to make life difficult for the grunts.

—Overthinking Avatar

Working on It

“Figure out what in life you do not do so well, and then… don’t do that thing.”

Note to self:

Don’t do this again

Déjà vu

Re: Memo to myself

Well I’m running out of things

My sister’s boyfriend’s mom just died.

She was stung by a wasp and went into a coma. Nobody had any idea she was allergic.

Why would anybody want to bring another child into this world?

Mitsuru Muraki is jamming on some unconventional percussion instruments: two round glass vases and a couple of pencils. He and another musician named Gabe Stern are writing a song together. As Muraki moves on to drumming on a metal bucket, a tall, dreadlocked young man pokes his head in the door.

“You guys recording in here?” he asks.

“Yeah, we sure are,” says Stern. “You make music?”

And just like that, another collaborator, Kris Luster, is added to the mix.

OH GOD I'M IN HELL

Boss Lady’s been freaking out about security/fidelity and I don’t blame her. Had a big talk before she left on her trip, had to reassure her the next day, calling from a payphone telling me she woke up sick to her stomach, that it was “just ‘we’.” But putting so much pressure on me has perhaps given it increased significance in my mind; Thursday night at the farmers’ market I saw this brunette working a food booth. Yeah, I was kind of checking her out; she reminded me of la Montréalaise. But she caught my eye and we just looked—there was definitely something there. But I had to repeatedly pull away from her gaze, trying to pretend to look at the menu, maybe even a little unsure, like I was supposed to know her from somewhere, but didn’t. She smiled at me and I wasn’t sure if it was from recognition, friendliness/salesiness or flirtiness. So I walked on and thought I forgot about it but walking to work the next day realized I’d dreamt of her.

Also remembered this morning I had a dream last night (this morning) where I won something, like, a bunch of people got called up in a gym from winning prizes/like a raffle, but there wasn’t much left that interested me, and I was going to graciously decline so someone else could get whatever, but was debating taking a video I might have liked, but it was on VHS, which I decided wasn't worth having at this stage in my life.

More thoughts I don't have time forPart VI

It seems silly to pledge that someone will meet all your emotional needs before you're sure that they can

Also, it's a bad idea to fall asleep reading Heloise' letter to Abelard