I am your Clarice Starling and you are my Hannibal Lector

Dear Scott #8

Dear Scott,

It indicates on your facebook your interests are: Medicine and Firearms. These make for a very interesting doctor, do they not?
Also: you are interested in meeting women on facebook? I wonder what kind of woman you would be interested in? I am a journalist impersonator, but perhaps you are looking for someone impersonating a more prestigious title...
I noticed you also like the Saw series. Namely, 1, 2, 3, and 4. You did not mention Saw 5, why is this? And of course, I find it truly disturbing that you are a doctor impersonator and appreciate the Saw series. And you say you like Falimy Guy. Is this anything like Family Guy?

Still interested,

Rachel

Snowball

Snowball sleeps so hard. Does she know she is old? Such a serious cat...

Today is my sisters birthday

Bernadette's birds nest tea unfolds in my pint glass and my sensitive caffeine-addled brain is making up new scenarios: these late night pool table scenarios and regardless of what Lia might've said I feel ugly. Walking home, several hours of self-actualizing woman-power pep talks with shots of Jager and birthdays and great vibes and I still dissolve like a sugar cube in a rain storm.
My body becomes shapeless as I walk home, I suspect many others do as well. As much as we talk, as much as we laugh, kiss, and shake each other alive - I suspect all of the burdens we throw on the table are carefully refolded and tucked into our hearts. We walk away with them because they're still there - leering. They crawl eagerly back into us and we are obliged to tend to them.
My brain is writing stories. Erotic ones. Cut and dry sex fulfilling enough to substitute food, water, sleep, and conversation. I am tired of having Danielle Steele residing in my hypothalamus. She probably doesn't write her own books anyway.

Wikipedia

Imagine me with my fingers spread wide, the palms of my hands are facing my face, my hands are waving to and from my face quickly. Imagine my mouth in a O shape and my eyes are animated.

I just edited a Wikipedia page. I've never thought this was possible.

While wearing some hot-topic cat-eyed non-prescription glasses yesterday Kevin, stoned, told me, "those glasses are trying to be like those elk-horned glasses people used to wear."

Excuse me? "Elk" horn glasses?

"What are you talking about? These are cat-eyed glasses. There's no such thing as elk horn glasses."

Imagine a pair of glasses made out of the horns of elk. They are wooden-like, weighty, awkward to the face, and have wild antler-like extensions emitting from the sides (include visual).

"Elk horn glasses? Are you sure? Let's look that up."

This is where Wikipedia comes in.

"Oh! You mean "Horn"-rimmed glasses?"

I could see where he made the mistake.

We read the article together and one paragraph caught my attention.

"The glasses continued to be popular through the 1930s, and enjoyed a renaissance in the 1950s when musician Buddy Holly wore a series of large, bulky square pairs on tour and on his album covers. This style-- dominantly in black, although also available in varying shades of tortoiseshell-- remained popular from the late 1950s until the 1970s, when large, steel aviator frames became popular. Round horn-rimmed glasses came back into fashion in the 1980s, with tortoiseshell being fashionable amongst yuppies and a white variant being popular amongst New Wave musicians and New Wave fans."

"Yuppies?! That shouldn't be there! Let's change it!"

So I clicked on "edit" and wrote "intelligent, capital-driven entrepreneurs."

It's still there.

Yeah, people have done this before. No big deal. But I HAVE never done this before and it's important to me to introduce neutrality in all aspects of knowledge.

This night is shit

It's at that point where I can't control my body temperature. Tending towards extremes and right now I am shivering. Maybe shaking?

The world analogious came to mind as I blew a tiny fly off my cupboard door and in simultude thought of feathers. These are analogious things? It came to mind. I'm not sure where I learned that...

No longer an existentialist

It just occurred to me.
At this very moment, reading the John Denver article on Wikipedia that I am no longer an existentialist.
Everything I am is the opposite of an existentialist. Whaaaaaaaaat!?