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Networked Internet IN DA HOUSE.
Yeah, I know, I'm fucking hilarious.
Also to the good:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
izumihydra and I have finished our 15-minutes-yeah-right seminar presentation, which is probably about half an hour long at this point, but we can't be bothered to care.
And I've been throwing money around like only a crazed student whose scholarship money just cleared can. Got the 9th Lucifer TP, a lovely black cocktail dress from Myer for the party tomorrow, and ordered BSG 2.0 from Amazon.
I'd post love poetry or love songs or a generic/platonic/ironic love post or something witty but...days are special for their own reasons. I've got nothing to offer but a weird mixture of cynicism and vicarious pleasure and loneliness and hard-edged independence and almost two decades worth of life unadorned by anything even approaching love or sex or red roses or anything but spectatorship and a writer's half-clinical, half-romanticised corruption of secondhand accounts.
And unearned reputations, but that's a whole other story or three.
ETA: HOLY TARANTULAS, BATMAN. I think I just discovered a whole extra TWO MILLIMETRES of previously-blonde eyelash. Thank you, Revlon.
*stares at self in mirror*
Jaysus. These things look dangerous.
Yeah, I know, I'm fucking hilarious.
Also to the good:
izumihydra and I have finished our 15-minutes-yeah-right seminar presentation, which is probably about half an hour long at this point, but we can't be bothered to care.And I've been throwing money around like only a crazed student whose scholarship money just cleared can. Got the 9th Lucifer TP, a lovely black cocktail dress from Myer for the party tomorrow, and ordered BSG 2.0 from Amazon.
I'd post love poetry or love songs or a generic/platonic/ironic love post or something witty but...days are special for their own reasons. I've got nothing to offer but a weird mixture of cynicism and vicarious pleasure and loneliness and hard-edged independence and almost two decades worth of life unadorned by anything even approaching love or sex or red roses or anything but spectatorship and a writer's half-clinical, half-romanticised corruption of secondhand accounts.
And unearned reputations, but that's a whole other story or three.
ETA: HOLY TARANTULAS, BATMAN. I think I just discovered a whole extra TWO MILLIMETRES of previously-blonde eyelash. Thank you, Revlon.
*stares at self in mirror*
Jaysus. These things look dangerous.