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elljay mundanity
Sometimes I feel like making really shallow and embarrassing posts -- shallower and more embarrassing than normal, that is. I suppose things have been a bit intense lately. But you know those days when you want to do very annoying things on your journal like post 5000 gratuitous cat pictures or talk about your crush or redo your layout so that it's more pink or do a quiz that tells you how emo you are or randomly post Ani DiFranco lyrics* ("Gravel," if you're wondering)?
I'm having one of those days. An evening of shameless indulgence, if you will. So go ahead -- post anything in the comments. Song lyrics, memes, cat photos, anonymous confessions of lust in faux-chatspeak, etc. Consider this an open invitation to post in my journal anything that places you on the lower levels of the blogger hierarchy.
* I don't even like Ani DiFranco very much. I like that song, though. I was bopping around the apartment singing it last night for some reason.
I'm having one of those days. An evening of shameless indulgence, if you will. So go ahead -- post anything in the comments. Song lyrics, memes, cat photos, anonymous confessions of lust in faux-chatspeak, etc. Consider this an open invitation to post in my journal anything that places you on the lower levels of the blogger hierarchy.
* I don't even like Ani DiFranco very much. I like that song, though. I was bopping around the apartment singing it last night for some reason.
Love is like...
No really.
I don't like bananas. And it would be better for me if I did, because bananas are full of really good stuff, like potassium.
And it's inconvenient, not liking bananas. I have to be careful, all the time. People sneak them into things like smoothies, so I can think I'm safe, ordering a date-almond-maple smoothie, only to discover myself gasping and gagging with the taste of banana in my mouth.
But I can't simply start liking bananas by force of will. I've tried. It doesn't work. I wind up stressed out with myself, and still unable to stomach bananas. So I just have to live my life with the fact that I don't like bananas, and make this bit of self knowledge part of how I interact with the world.
Kinda like unrequited love.
How's that for maudlin, self-pitying self-revelation?
P.S. When I left for the second time today, somebody had a visitor and there was hugging.
brilliant!
Was it dreadful? The hugging visitor?
Re: brilliant!
The parties involved in the hugging (neither of whom was me) didn't seem to mind. I think they rather regretted not having closed the door before I wandered by with my bike.
Re: brilliant!
Re: brilliant!
A certain person who has an office and stays late was visited by a certain freelancer in whose company he has been seen previously (by parties other than me). Said freelancer brought said stressed-out office mate a wee present and when I left there was an embrace that did not look passionnate, but did look friendly and accustomed.
I like dates, at least when they are fun.
Re: brilliant!
Am awaiting gossip as to who the freelancer in question is tomorrow.