ooooo, spoooky

IIIIIIIT'S GOOONNNA RAAAAAAAIN!

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Today has been spookified with the past. I went to my car and realized it was VERY cloudy out, so I ran back inside to get my October Project CD (always a cloudy, Cemetery Day CD) and Disintigration (duh, Cure). Then, when I was driving down Ventura, after picking up some...THINGS...I think I saw James standing outside of this salon that a mutual friend of ours used to work at. (James is the "orgy boy"...no, not the band) Anyway, that gave me bad shivers because I did a double-take and I think he saw me. Bleh.

So now I'm at work...it's intensely quiet.

Tonight I make gifts for...some people. ;)

Oh, and I got my Federal tax refund. Now I get to experience pain through dentistry. Sweet

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For all of you Izzard fans out there: Fresh Air.

I was all excited about that "Which Porn Starlet Are You?" test but then I realized that the test is BULLSHIT man. The result doesn't even hinge on one answer, it's random. I kept hitting the finished button and got a different chick every time. BAH! At least put some effort into your crappy online test.

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"The more I look, the more I find
As I close on in, I get so blind
I feel it in my head, I feel it in my toes
I feel it in my sex, that's the place it goes"
--from "Digging In The Dirt" by Peter Gabriel

If all emotion rests in the head, not the heart, then why do we feel it in the heart...why do I sometimes feel pain, as Peter Gabriel says, "in my sex"...literally, when I think about certain offenses. Could I condition myself (if I had a few hundred years) to feel it in, say, my spleen? Could the seat of human emotion be switched to your bladder? Wouldn't that mess up Valentine's Day. I PEE ON YOU BECAUSE I LOVE YOU, don't you UNDERSTAND?!

I just find it so odd, that logically...I know it's all my brain. It's all about that grey matter baby. But I could swear to you that I feel it in my chest. I could think about a certain something right now and it would be centered, almost painfully, physically, in my sex. We've all felt our heart, most literally, swell or feel like it's being ripped in half. Mind over matter works both ways I guess...vvverrry eenteresteeng, those conditioned connections.

Not that this is entirely along the same lines, but I need to read Phantoms In The Brain again...without having to rush through it

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NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!nonononononoNOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!

oh...dear...god....

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Someone should explain to me why, if English is your primary language...if that's what you speak over half the time, and choose to write in, why write with an accent...why the dialect?

How would you all like to try and read all of my entries if they were in a Southern (American) dialect? Yeah...neither would I. (point of ref: I don't HAVE a Southern accent, but if I did...)

At any rate, I can take writing in accent and dialect from some very well-written short stories, but what the fuck?

Why?
Really...I'm curious

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I guess "us stoopid Amurrikans" aren't the only people endowed with great powers of assumption and stereotyping.

And I thought I was arrogant.