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28 February 2007 @ 06:20 pm
facial reconstruction for the pope, oh no  
goodbye and goodnight, unemployment,
you taught me a fine lesson, one that includes the unconditional emphasis on red wine and hard liquor, the necessary language of rationalization so contingent on the intensity of the preceding liquids swallowed without question and preferably with an upper; without context and always, without potential afterthoughts of diluting ambivalence--
and the related, essential connection to the private world of intensive sleeping-while-downloading all episodes of The Office to watch repeatedly, cackling with nothing less than faith and flowering commitment to each 22-minute slot of commentary on my own souring--but always absurdly awkward life of commitment-phobic-colored rejections, tragedy and chemical hilarity--
viridus on March 1st, 2007 02:31 am (UTC)
it's all those pills in the nose...
congratulations on the job!
good luck (and be careful with the tylenol)
oh.. too soon?
seriously, though, i hope your job rocks. and once you get paid, you owe me some drinks.