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Jun. 14th, 2003 09:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
zana16Okay. Yeah, I have a lot of things to say, and I'm not going to say many of them. Fuck the paper. It's a month and a half late, they can wait a few extra days.
Lifestyle choice: Fuck. Okay, I'm all about alternative lifestyles. I don't always choose to partake, but I'm uber supportive of those who do, even when the lifestyle is weird or freaks me out. But what do I do when that lifestyle becomes destructive to the person? (no, I'm not talking about any of you all, relax) Cause then if I try to say something they get all defensive like I'm attacking their lifestyle (probably cause everyone else they're talking to is) and I'm just like, no, it's not the lifestyle, it's what it's doing to you, here. But they feel like they have to prove a point and make it work, even when it's destructive to them. Arghh!!!
Depression: Fuck depression. No one understands what it's about. I don't understand what it's about. But it seriously sucks, and the mood swings suck, and I'm the laid-back-nothing-fazes-her friend so the people here kinda freak when I break out of that role. Hell, I freak when I break out of that role.
The world: Fuck the world. It's fucked up and I can't figure out how to do a goddamn thing about it. Jesus had it easy, all he had to do was die for everyone else. The rest of us have to LIVE and it can be the fucking hardest thing in the world.
And I've had radio jingles stuck in my head all week. I've had the Honda jingle from the 1970s stuck in my head. May I point out that I was not ALIVE in the 1970s? And the Raisin Bran jingle! I've never even SEEN a Raisin Bran commercial, and yet I know the jingle AND IT WILL NOT LEAVE MY HEAD.
I keep thinking, this has to all be a bad dream, I'll wake up any minute how. But last night I dreamed about Hitler and everyone I know was dying (in airplanes, tho--Singapore Airlines, the really posh first-class planes) and then I was saved apparently cause I gave some girl a strawberry at the beginning of the dream.
And apparently I'm really mad at the patriarchy, cause I wrote a three-page poem about it. I actually hadn't noticed that I was mad at it until "Eve/Helen/Mary Magdalene" wouldn't let me be until I wrote it.
No, I am not going to subject you to my poetry. Most of you know I consider poetry a useless form of literature, and that there are only seven or eight poems in the entire world that I feel justify the entire genre of literature. One of them I wrote. It is the only good poem I have ever written, and it was years ago. Two are in languages other than English. One is by my friend Kirsten. One is by Shakespeare. I'll post them on my website when I feel like it. Like, in six or seven months.
Arghhh.
Yeah. Whatever. That's all for now.
Lifestyle choice: Fuck. Okay, I'm all about alternative lifestyles. I don't always choose to partake, but I'm uber supportive of those who do, even when the lifestyle is weird or freaks me out. But what do I do when that lifestyle becomes destructive to the person? (no, I'm not talking about any of you all, relax) Cause then if I try to say something they get all defensive like I'm attacking their lifestyle (probably cause everyone else they're talking to is) and I'm just like, no, it's not the lifestyle, it's what it's doing to you, here. But they feel like they have to prove a point and make it work, even when it's destructive to them. Arghh!!!
Depression: Fuck depression. No one understands what it's about. I don't understand what it's about. But it seriously sucks, and the mood swings suck, and I'm the laid-back-nothing-fazes-her friend so the people here kinda freak when I break out of that role. Hell, I freak when I break out of that role.
The world: Fuck the world. It's fucked up and I can't figure out how to do a goddamn thing about it. Jesus had it easy, all he had to do was die for everyone else. The rest of us have to LIVE and it can be the fucking hardest thing in the world.
And I've had radio jingles stuck in my head all week. I've had the Honda jingle from the 1970s stuck in my head. May I point out that I was not ALIVE in the 1970s? And the Raisin Bran jingle! I've never even SEEN a Raisin Bran commercial, and yet I know the jingle AND IT WILL NOT LEAVE MY HEAD.
I keep thinking, this has to all be a bad dream, I'll wake up any minute how. But last night I dreamed about Hitler and everyone I know was dying (in airplanes, tho--Singapore Airlines, the really posh first-class planes) and then I was saved apparently cause I gave some girl a strawberry at the beginning of the dream.
And apparently I'm really mad at the patriarchy, cause I wrote a three-page poem about it. I actually hadn't noticed that I was mad at it until "Eve/Helen/Mary Magdalene" wouldn't let me be until I wrote it.
No, I am not going to subject you to my poetry. Most of you know I consider poetry a useless form of literature, and that there are only seven or eight poems in the entire world that I feel justify the entire genre of literature. One of them I wrote. It is the only good poem I have ever written, and it was years ago. Two are in languages other than English. One is by my friend Kirsten. One is by Shakespeare. I'll post them on my website when I feel like it. Like, in six or seven months.
Arghhh.
Yeah. Whatever. That's all for now.
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Date: 2003-06-14 08:48 pm (UTC)I once had the Shower to Shower jingle stuck in my head. for an entire week. I only had to kill 9 people, and then it stopped.
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Date: 2003-06-15 03:08 am (UTC)