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"you'll be high, and I'll be lonesome"
Apr. 5th, 2013 05:20 pmUnrelated thoughts.
I've realized today that I assume someone's first reaction to finding out I have a crush on them is pity. That sort of "that's sweet" you tell a kid when they try to present you with something particularly unpleasant that they're proud of. This might not be universally true.
The Beast's Faculty Club puts my back up. If I was a dog, I'd be making a constant almost inaudible growling noise the whole time I'm there. But, I do get paid to work, and the captains of industry are mostly sweet. And they (the club, not the captains) always have killer berries. I basically ate a bowl of raspberries for breakfast.
I've decided my sexual orientation is curmudgeonly poly. I'm open to the idea, but not actually a fan of most people. It's a little like my decision to declare myself "not currently taking applications" but with a subtly different twist.
There's got to be a word for that moment in spring cleaning when the house actually looks worse than it did when you started and you run out of energy to continue cleaning. Though other rooms are clean, the couch and the coffee table look like someone dumped the contents of multiple rooms on them (because essentially, that's what happened).
So, I think I'll go finish the book I was reading instead. The window are open, the dog is grumbling at the rest of the world, I've closed all the tabs on my browser about sexual harassment and convention culture. I've sent most of the emails I need to send (there are a couple I don't _need_ to send, only want to lingering in draft) and Light's on his way home.
I've realized today that I assume someone's first reaction to finding out I have a crush on them is pity. That sort of "that's sweet" you tell a kid when they try to present you with something particularly unpleasant that they're proud of. This might not be universally true.
The Beast's Faculty Club puts my back up. If I was a dog, I'd be making a constant almost inaudible growling noise the whole time I'm there. But, I do get paid to work, and the captains of industry are mostly sweet. And they (the club, not the captains) always have killer berries. I basically ate a bowl of raspberries for breakfast.
I've decided my sexual orientation is curmudgeonly poly. I'm open to the idea, but not actually a fan of most people. It's a little like my decision to declare myself "not currently taking applications" but with a subtly different twist.
There's got to be a word for that moment in spring cleaning when the house actually looks worse than it did when you started and you run out of energy to continue cleaning. Though other rooms are clean, the couch and the coffee table look like someone dumped the contents of multiple rooms on them (because essentially, that's what happened).
So, I think I'll go finish the book I was reading instead. The window are open, the dog is grumbling at the rest of the world, I've closed all the tabs on my browser about sexual harassment and convention culture. I've sent most of the emails I need to send (there are a couple I don't _need_ to send, only want to lingering in draft) and Light's on his way home.
