this is my blog. in it, i bitch about things, make fun of people, exercise the awesome power of my noodle, rant, rave, critique architecture, art, politics, foreign policy, and express my constant need to urinate. like a bitch. i live on diet coke, and i like wearing hats. stop fighting it and just fall in line and love me; i swear, you people and rebelling against the inevitable...

Thursday, February 24, 2005

Perhaps...

just perhaps, there is a problem inherent in insulting your potential dating pool. perhaps, i should not use my "personal journal" function on the "out in america" network to berate all the other little queers out there. even if i'm really frustrated. and horny. and lonely.

perhaps i should try to "play nice..."

or perhaps i could screw it all and continue insulting their mothers... because that is clearly the mature thing to do.

people are not tools, and i should not use them as such, regardless of how lonely and irritated i am. i will not pull the apostle into the bathroom here at work and viciously make out with him for ten minutes. that, would not be all right. i hate harcourt, but there are more productive ways to express it. besides, i think there are cameras in the bathrooms. not that i mind that in particular... ah well.

is there something wrong with associating sexuality with viciousness? is this falling under the rubric of "using sex as a weapon"? because we all know the rule about that one.

"I will NOT use sex as a weapon."

i never get to have any fun...

i should do my work now. apparently, that's what they pay me for.

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