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apperception, ironed_orchid, and springheel_jack—or, rather, high school versions of them played by attractive young actors—showed up. They showed little indication of recognizing me during the meeting, but afterwards, we all went up to the roof and hung out.
The building were were on backed onto the ocean, so when the tide came in, the water hit the wall of the building. It started to rain. Big ladybugs, the size of cherry tomatoes, swooped overhead and landed in the water. We talked about philosophy, of course, and we talked aboutwouldprefernot2, whose presence seemed to be almost tangible.
Suddenly, a caveman jumped over the wall, dragging an unconscious peacock behind him. When we looked closer, we saw that it was not so much a peacock as a naked woman who'd grown wings and a peacock tail. She woke up and started struggling. They were balanced precariously on the edge of the building, and we were seized with indecision. Finally, out of species solidarity, we grabbed the caveman and hauled him over to safety on the roof, while the peacock-woman scrambled for a grip on the edge.
In real-life news, I went to see A Silver Mt. Zion last night and they were all kinds of awesome. Oh, and I got to meet Efrim, and I restrained myself quite well from being a fangirl or mentioning that ASMZ's first album saved my life (it did).
Dear fighter jets outside my apartment,
You are too loud. Please go away. This is Toronto, not Beirut. I bet Harper had something to do with it, and he must think it's okay to put fighter jets in Toronto because he lives all the way in Ottawa.
Wankers.
No love,
sabotabby
apperception, ironed_orchid, and springheel_jack—or, rather, high school versions of them played by attractive young actors—showed up. They showed little indication of recognizing me during the meeting, but afterwards, we all went up to the roof and hung out.The building were were on backed onto the ocean, so when the tide came in, the water hit the wall of the building. It started to rain. Big ladybugs, the size of cherry tomatoes, swooped overhead and landed in the water. We talked about philosophy, of course, and we talked about
wouldprefernot2, whose presence seemed to be almost tangible.Suddenly, a caveman jumped over the wall, dragging an unconscious peacock behind him. When we looked closer, we saw that it was not so much a peacock as a naked woman who'd grown wings and a peacock tail. She woke up and started struggling. They were balanced precariously on the edge of the building, and we were seized with indecision. Finally, out of species solidarity, we grabbed the caveman and hauled him over to safety on the roof, while the peacock-woman scrambled for a grip on the edge.
In real-life news, I went to see A Silver Mt. Zion last night and they were all kinds of awesome. Oh, and I got to meet Efrim, and I restrained myself quite well from being a fangirl or mentioning that ASMZ's first album saved my life (it did).
Dear fighter jets outside my apartment,
You are too loud. Please go away. This is Toronto, not Beirut. I bet Harper had something to do with it, and he must think it's okay to put fighter jets in Toronto because he lives all the way in Ottawa.
Wankers.
No love,
sabotabby
