random (re: fairy dust aka cornstarch; red vs. black silicone; proust.)

[starfrosting]

I think that dusting cyberskin with sparkly, "barenaked lady" powder from Lush that smells kinda like roses is a brilliant idea.


11 hours of work make me an achy lad.


Also, I wanted the red Severin, but they sent me the black one. Should I just accept that, or be queeny and try to exchange it?


Oh, the trials and tribulations.



Matt is reading À la recherche du temps perdu this summer, at least the first half of the, what is it, 6 book series? And I haven't even slogged through the first 40 pages of anti-oedpius. Is it wrong that a little healthy non-competitive intellectual competition motivates me? I just feel like such an underachiever by comparison. Comme habitude.

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[taxishoes.livejournal.com]

1. Wait, why does this have to be non-competitive?

2. Haa so, what did you say to your mom?

3. :::applause for 11 hours:::

Yeah, work ethic like whoa. Achy my ass, I'd be [temporarily] crippled if I worked for 11 hours. I am not kidding.