mybestkungfu's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- say my name, beatch! These cumulating, postulating, blistering rants that i vomit online everyday must be therapeutic. What defines you in a moment, what shapes you over a period of time? When did i stop thinking that relationships were fluid entities in themselves? That although love doesn�t crumble with a single failure, or grow from a caress, it thrives or idles with the climate of your immediate perception. We live in a fast food world. Assets/concepts too easily bought and consumed. acquired and devoured. I bought love in a shell this weekend. Yoshimi, my baby turtle (my surrogate child -because i�m too busy with school to care for something that i would go to jail for leaving in a Tupperware container for) � is now adjusting to her new home. I took her out this morning and put her on the floor. Watched her tiny little flippers flexing while she crawled on the carpet. awkward. small. fragile. biological clock appeased for the time being. ah.
for those who don�t know � i�m in a Computer Programming curriculum. and right at this moment, there are Trekkies discussing the reasons why 'Enterprise' is pre-federation. and what constitutes pre-federation status. or something. this is faye�s festering irritation� oh god, they are looking up the TV listings online. �right now�enterprise is not on at 5 o�clock but�� �oh Soldier Boy is on�man what a stupid plot..� oh for craps sakes! they�re reading the synopsis for all the TV shows today! i gotta go before my bile duct erupts. ps. things i learn in programming that sound funny out of context: - octal dumping - bit shifting - the big O 2:39 p.m. - May. 21, 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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