i don't know where to put this so i'm putting it here

pancake tits walks with more of a swagger than you'd expect for someone named pancake tits

I LOVE TEDDY PENDERGRASS

http://blogs.usatoday.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2007/07/27/q1x00062_9.jpg
it's painted on the floor of an ikea store in beijing

http://www.medicalopera.com/

DJ Bone’s weary and distorted tenor, which laments artists who “replicate” and a “circus world” with no chance of escape, contrasts with unrelenting progressions and the metallic upstroke intensifying with each passing measure. Only the hope that music and dancing offer some reprieve from everyday life keeps the existential dread at bay; the instrumental mix is perhaps a bit friendlier to fragile minds.

seven brides for seven brothers

a man outside work just now, he was letting squirrels run up his body to get to the peanuts clutched in his hands

With dazzling special effects, bravura thrills and a story that boldly spins into the unexpected, this is an event spectacle to see and see again.

http://www.pixolu.de/#

http://hobogestapo.com/galleries/081025nitratepersuasion/081025nitratepersuasion034.jpg

^^from 2:30 on

i've seen that, those dudes are nuts

person we love: Sylvester, Queen of Disco

http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/e/e7/Sylvester_portrait_.jpg

sugar cube sculpture!
http://www.brendanjamison.com/sugarcube.html

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http://photojournal.jpl.nasa.gov/jpeg/PIA04963.jpg

The Richat Structure, a prominent circular feature in the Sahara desert of Mauritania near Ouadane, has attracted attention since the earliest space missions because it forms a conspicuous bull's-eye in the otherwise rather featureless expanse of the desert. It has a diameter of almost 30 miles and has become a landmark for space shuttle crews.

http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd118/embarchie/imarriedanartist.png

wow, these:
http://www.rivkah-young.de/deutsch/colorium/colorium.html

http://www.ecorazzi.com/2008/11/03/50-cent-and-bette-midler-team-up-to-restore-community-garden/

http://www.whudat.com/news/images/50-cent-and-bette-midler-open-community-garden1-big.jpg

one co-worker to another: "i heard you wipe your ass with rainbows."

http://www.flickr.com/photos/djll/sets/72157608369709836/?page=1

i narrowly avoided being spit on by a chinese with a limp

oh god oh god oh god the crazy christian junk collector neighbor is hollering to the liberal former union organizer neighbor about how barack obama is going to form his own security force of black panthers it is so painful ow ow ouch

http://home.hetnet.nl/~paslen/fit/fibonacci.gif

lol i just remembered--hadn't thought about it in years--that we used to measure rooms in japan by how many tatami mats they were. i got good at eyeballing them too: "oh, that's gotta be a 6 mat room."

(everyone measures them that way. nothing special except i got damn good at it)

oh shit i just spelled Dennis as DENACE. maybe i am loosing my mind

maybe you have a screw lose

"that girl, she got a screw to lose."

i got a work email with the subject line "Yellow Card" and was all "WTF did i do wrong??!" but it turns out i have to edit something that is printed on yellow card stock, which goes by the colloquial name "Yellow Card"

http://www.washington.edu/students/osfa/images/73346730_4.jpg

congrats btw

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The last years, the ones in Paris, were obviously more represented, but small fragments of my past lives, in different hearts and places, found hospitality beside them. Each of them was a potential gate to my past life, to use in case of sentimental or emotional needs, or in case of a sudden lack of references, or just for fun.

That pile of luggage hid a high potential of experiences, a surplus value deriving from their actual space-time location and from my mental state. The casual condition was linked to the travel I was starting.

My train arrived and I went towards the cabin I had booked. After some time my train departed. When it started moving, the pendulum of my life stopped for a long extra-dimensional moment.

lol @ my dad's wife: if you have to put reminders around to listen to your hypnosis tapes, they probably aren't working

kind of supports your theory that they're going to disappear into an ashram.

if she doesn't forget.

i took this of the tv why because i am 14
http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd118/embarchie/1227667087.jpg

i must be 14 too b/c i laughedoutloud

i drove across the lake this morning. when i got up, at the house, i could see that low fog covered the lake. i couldn't see the city. it seemed like i was looking out at the ocean. when i drove across i drove into the fog bank, on the bridge, the fog surrounded me and i couldn't see the suburbs in my rearview. then the university and then the city came into view, all lit up, sun shining, fog gone.

co-worker: "the burger place has pumpkin shakes now DAMNN BOOYAAH IT'S LIKE DRINKING A PIE!"

coworkers are going crazy over this right now:

http://www.meet-an-inmate.com/

so this is what it would be like if i had a board to myself. just...writing to myself. for myself. um. that would be boring. it'd be like playing drums by myself.

i've written really really long things, like non-internet ones; that makes sense for the by/for myself. this though, what would be the point.

maybe i'd take a picture of myself every day. if it were really private.

on saturday night i was the boss of the place and i ran shit like a hellof tough captain of a ship but things happened, things worth recording:

a woman had a stroke and we had to call 911.

a man wandered in at intermission, accosted the service staff, then plunked himself down on a sofa in the lobby. i got called--in the middle of my reports--and went in and sat with him. at first he was belligerent, maybe drunk, when i was standing over him, but then i sat across from him and we got to talking. it turns out he was crazy. (i was 98% sure at that point he wasn't a patron). he told me about his house in Kona. he wouldn't let me touch his ID. he explained that his ID was a secret ID, from the CIA, with codes on the back. as we chatted i waited and wondered where security was. they'd been called at least 5 minutes earlier, an eon in crazypersontime. at one point we were talking and chatting and laughing and turned to the head usher (there were about 15 people watching this all go down) and yelled WHERE IS SECURITY?? and then turned back to the man and he kept talking like nothing had happened. lol. security eventually did show up and picked him up by the scruff of the neck and ran him out the front doors. turned out he had a restraining order and was not allowed on campus for 5 days. i was sick through all of this.

hi jergins, you are not just writing to yourself, i am reading your posts avidly.

lxy's home soon so we'll get to hear all about portland i hope!!