Thu, 19 May 2005

no one forced you to be a moron
Cecelia stopped by tonight and showed me the most horrible product I think I’ve ever seen in my entire life. It’s gumball gum, and it tastes bad, like vap-o-rub tastes, only that’s not the horrible thing. The horrible thing is, for about twelve hours, it stains the inside of your mouth silver, like shiny silver. “It’s like your mouth is a mirrorball!” Cecelia said, obviously delighted with this abomination of science run amok, but I was positively mortified, and have since given up any desire whatsoever to kiss Cecelia, or to eat paint.

I got up to nothing this weekend, other than working on the book (which I now wish I had banged out for that write a book in a month thing that Bauler was telling me everybody’s doing this month, as public shame would really up my productivity) and abusing the gift of sleep while I can. I suspect this will be a hectic week.
(12:13.05.19.2005) [/ana] #