helena is back in the country. after a bout of illness she was finally well enough to see me. we went to concrete. and she ate pasta:
miles and miles away from the site of her pasta eating was the salt holder. is that a trace of pasta sauce i see?
my goodness she is a messy eater. they obviously don't teach manners at MIT.
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PART TWO
relating to people is difficult. i am not doing a very good job at the moment. i can't even face talking about some of it. but i thought you should know.
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PART THREE
every one in a certain section at work thinks stronger light is my girlfriend. awesome. i wouldn’t worry too much, but what if they have hot sons or god forbid the unthinkable happens and there is a hot boy hired by that team, and no one tries to hook us up because they think i’m in a lesbian relationship with one of my best friends! this is such an unsatisfactory rumour. it is not all bad though because at least they get my name right. yesterday i got the programme of this conference i’m presenting at and THEY GOT MY NAME WRONG. where is the respect?
7 comments:
Dude! I ate lunch in concrete on Monday! My first time there. I like the look of the chairs there.
Speaking on the part of messy eaters everywhere...it's genetic. There's nothing you can do about it. And once you realise this defect you never wear a white shirt again.
d3vo: oh my if only you'd gone to concrete a day earlier. did you check out the bathrooms?
african music dvd: i think you are not a real person at all.
emertron: i had never thought of helena as a messy eater. but i hope she reads the hot tip about the white shirt. also i'm a terribly messy eater usually. it is why i became obsessed with scarves. they can be used to hide stains down one's front.
THE SHAME!!!! all i can say - weakly - in my defense is that an elegant spray of sauce from a silver fork is better, aesthetically speaking, than the projectile cannon-blast regurgitation that i was doing halfway across the pacific ocean last monday. for your information.
helena, you're so glam in every other way so it is no big deal about THE mess. anyway, i mostly just loved having captured it on camera.
I find preposterous and unsettling this talk of people from reality (Helena) being described as existing in realms of fantasy (this blog and those participating therein). I should like all such nonsense utterances to please come to an end as it's really messing with my head.
What you're trying to tell me, as far as I can tell, is that Helena has entered the internet, which is where you all exist, and is, what, inside my screen now? What the hell kind of story is this?
oh my *pete* if you think i'm from the internet how freaked out will you be when you receive my real life actual mail?
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