Wednesday, January 19, 2005 bloody fire alarm.Just when I was having a proper sleep after essay hell. Enough said. So I finished a whole new box of cereal (the big box) and two bars of green and black's white chocolate (also the big-sized ones). I look down south. The view of my big clumpy feet is obscured by an arching mound of pale-soft-squishy flesh, rising from my waist. Hang on, where's my waist? I think I finally understand the term 'fusion' in all sense of the word. I wish I could do a Harry Potter (maybe Hermoine, she's pretty and she's better at spellcraft), wiggle my wand, and swop the size of my belly and boobs. Not only will I have a concave tummy, I'd have a C cupsize to boot. Won't that be wicked. Anyway. Dinner conversation was centred on this week's latest inflammatory topic, started by dear Marcus: "Do We Have a Right to Pornography?" The general consensus is a resounding yes, it should be up to the individual to decide for themselves if they want to watch it. But child pornography is a no-no. Paedophiles should NOT be indulged. That's just wrong, innit? Then again, so is beastiality. So are many, many other things for that matter. In my groggy state, I can't remember who said what word-for-word, so I took the liberty to rephrase bits and pieces. Here are a few random and controversial (some irrelevant) soundbites from dinner:
It's now up to you guys to ferret out the truth from the lies. Just normal comments, really. But it's still fun to record them down for sake of posterity. Oh, the heady sensation of freedom after the shackles of essay-hell have been broken...! Till tomorrow anyway. Shucks. she procrastinated @ 02:43 | |
blueprint I will like to spend my days, as though they are my own, which I mostly end up doing in halves, for duty beckons, and I am answering its clarion call. Soon enough! I am also a veteran procrastinator. fresh monodies Harry the Nazi: a defence of the idiot prince"Prin... previous rants August 2004 treatises on life arty jen frivolous pursuits for shallow ppl mulling over "One is wicked, because one see things clearly." - Beaumarchais's Le nozze di Figaro.And there were phlegmatic souls.
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