"Hey, how are you?"
Oh, I'm fine, rode my bike with a friend down the beach and back, a little through Golden Gate Park, met up with her family for dinner. Her brother was recently married.
"That sounds really pleasant."
Yeah, lately San Francisco's been unexpectedly beautiful. Not a cloud in the sky.
"How about last night? Did you enjoy your evening?"
Yeah! It was really heartwarming to see all my friends again, I even saw some unexpected faces from the class that graduated before us. The evening ended badly, but otherwise, I had a good time.
"I'm sorry to hear that. I actually gotta go, but I just wanted to call you really quick to see how you're doing."
Thanks for calling me, it means a lot. Have fun!
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Self-fucking-deprication, since sleep is out of the question.
Hi, I'm a minion who does exactly what she's told!
Okay, I may have the occasional stray thought from time to time, but when it really comes down to it, who the fuck am I trying to fool? I'll do whatever's expected of me. Independent thought? Not very likely. Independent action? Absolutely out of the question!
Forget my own dreams and aspirations! Don't approve of my progressive antics? Squashed before you can say "That won't make you any money!" I'm ready for the underwhelming and monotonously routine government job for which I'm far too over-quailfied. I love tasks that involve absolutely no conceptual or even conscious thought and I'll do almost anything to avoid a challenge. Endless paperwork? Goody! Cubicles and office chairs? You're turning me on!
Feel free to contact me at aimlow@evenlower.com. Can't wait to hear from you!
Eager to start the end of my life!
-Adrienne
These feelings made possible by my lack of direction and focus, intense fear of failure, and a certain individual who was kind enough to bring all these flaws to light.
Thanks for joining me in this glorious moment of clarity.
I think I'll go back to not sleeping now.
Okay, I may have the occasional stray thought from time to time, but when it really comes down to it, who the fuck am I trying to fool? I'll do whatever's expected of me. Independent thought? Not very likely. Independent action? Absolutely out of the question!
Forget my own dreams and aspirations! Don't approve of my progressive antics? Squashed before you can say "That won't make you any money!" I'm ready for the underwhelming and monotonously routine government job for which I'm far too over-quailfied. I love tasks that involve absolutely no conceptual or even conscious thought and I'll do almost anything to avoid a challenge. Endless paperwork? Goody! Cubicles and office chairs? You're turning me on!
Feel free to contact me at aimlow@evenlower.com. Can't wait to hear from you!
Eager to start the end of my life!
-Adrienne
These feelings made possible by my lack of direction and focus, intense fear of failure, and a certain individual who was kind enough to bring all these flaws to light.
Thanks for joining me in this glorious moment of clarity.
I think I'll go back to not sleeping now.
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Disoriented.
Let's not get all Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants here.
Limitlessness is more limiting than once thought conceivable. What's the point in having the world as your oyster if you're allergic? If there's no direction to be taken, no aims to pursue, no lemon and butter? Yes, the loss of Academia is disorienting and, sorry Miss Dorothy Parker, neither you nor Mr. Vonnegut can fill that void completely--I can tell the difference between Methadone and the good shit, thanks (though this statement in no way suggests that Dorothy Parker and Kurt Vonnegut are NOT good shit, because that they are). I'm reminded that my library card needs finding, scattered frienships require rekindling, and home is a prison where my parents make margaritas and hold me captive under a very transparent illusion of freedom.
The price of creating dual lives, at this point forced into a "choice" of one quite foreign to me, has resulted in the complexification of my current situation, leading predictably towards brain overflow and God knows, with the little capacity I have left, I can't afford to have an aneurysm just yet (at least until I get some adequate health insurance)!
Limitlessness is more limiting than once thought conceivable. What's the point in having the world as your oyster if you're allergic? If there's no direction to be taken, no aims to pursue, no lemon and butter? Yes, the loss of Academia is disorienting and, sorry Miss Dorothy Parker, neither you nor Mr. Vonnegut can fill that void completely--I can tell the difference between Methadone and the good shit, thanks (though this statement in no way suggests that Dorothy Parker and Kurt Vonnegut are NOT good shit, because that they are). I'm reminded that my library card needs finding, scattered frienships require rekindling, and home is a prison where my parents make margaritas and hold me captive under a very transparent illusion of freedom.
The price of creating dual lives, at this point forced into a "choice" of one quite foreign to me, has resulted in the complexification of my current situation, leading predictably towards brain overflow and God knows, with the little capacity I have left, I can't afford to have an aneurysm just yet (at least until I get some adequate health insurance)!
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