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I have to start thinking about buying new stationary. I need another eight-dollar archaeologist pen. |
"He mixed beer with tea" - put it on my tombstone! |
sitting at a gathering of feminists in the middle of campus. We're all doing _something_, I'm pretty sure. |
@skinnyghost the redraw is a bit ridiculous, but it's awesome. Hyper Street Fighter II (the anniversary one) is still the best. |
ew, god, I just unconsciously typed that out as if this were facebook. |
Waiting for @marri to get to the maths/science building so he can know he's not waiting for an exam that isn't coming. |
I get the first and last3 seconds of father & son by cat Stevens on my iPod. It's like theft. Emotional theft. |
In journalism, posing all cool for ladies |
@melissagira it's not the word of the day any more, but I'll bet you can fit in "pudendum." |
here's my obligatory "I just finished my presentation in class, and its controversial material went over well" tweet. Keep your barf off me. |
Gunna cook yam/asparagus tonight - but I have to google how. |
Class evaluation: next year, full access to the ball pit |
planning my portrait of @superfoo. Portrait trades = amazing! |
once a month I have to put Mandy on repeat and die a little. Crying on the inside itches. |
... making the community feel far larger than the 150 in the hall; like we're all part of some vast wintering army." |
listening to led zeppelin after drop shots - inspired. someone show me to my fucking bed. |
I just introduced phrenology into a short story the whole class is contributing to. It really didn't need it, but it really did. You know? |
Saw ohbijou last night. Or, at least, the Simon that was born from beer and elation did. He's decomposing fast into puke and sweat inside me |
@tomippen I gave you free beer?! what the hell is wrong with me |
just came out of a workshop. They liked it, which was annoying - I feel like the monkey retard to whom lower standards are applied. |
