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Listening: "Yulunga" Dead Can Dance

I'm stealing this from Chris Baldwin who I belive stole it from Daphne Goettlieb.

The Frightening Truth About Desire

it's on but
i don't know
whether i want
to be
her, fuck her
or borrow
her clothes.


Goddammit you people. Stop reading my soul more clearly than I can. Just freaking knock it off. *mutters darkly*


In other news the Black Sash ceremony is today. With my mom's camcorder at the ready this afternoon should be plenty of fun.


And to my peeps in Pittsburgh - Don't get Hepatitis!! Hepatitis bad, m'kay?!?


Finally. While I don't like getting my ass up to work on Saturdays it's hard to get annoyed by how much our Internet connection just zooms like a freaking bullet train when there is far less users on the line. Nice.


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