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Jul. 5th, 2004 12:07 pmI was tired on Friday, tired by a long week and a deeply depressing conversation about the employability or otherwise of Oxbridge graduates. This left me less appreciative of Soul Mole than I usually am and it deserved, but I was still thoroughly glad I went. If only it were a little more frequent...but then if it were, maybe it wouldn't feel so special. Still, now Stay Beautiful is on hiatus again, I find myself somewhat short of clubs to attend, especially given my position.
Still exhausted on Saturday, still soldiering on...picnic time. Sunny but not too hot, ideal weather for it; in my world, on the hottest day of the year you can sit outside in a jacket like that. There was wine, and food, and half of Livejournal, and the Stick of Truth. Cute dogs passed. We retired to the Hog's Head to manufacture bearded ladies over some CCPs. I was more prissy than usual about being a human canvas, mainly because I was wearing white, but still ended up inscribed with 'GAYER.' Afterwards, I fear that I may have subjected
kitty_collar and
claireybiscuit to a forced march rather than the "quick walk" I promised. Still, at least the former now knows where to find her nearest library, and we discovered that illegal booze sometimes incurs an administration fee.
Sunday wasn't helped by beginning twice, and then got stranger. Every story I read from Saturday's Guardian seemed to be taking the p1ss. Liechtenstein rebranded? A penguin enclosure under threat? A book about Twenties gays by a Doctor Cocks? And then the latest issue of Promethea shattered what little remained of my bonds with reality. I resolved to hide, but the world wasn't going to let me off that easily. Now my fingers are sloughing and I'm convinced either I have spontaneous leprosy, or the layer below will finally manifest my superpowers. Or, in a terrible irony, both.
Still exhausted on Saturday, still soldiering on...picnic time. Sunny but not too hot, ideal weather for it; in my world, on the hottest day of the year you can sit outside in a jacket like that. There was wine, and food, and half of Livejournal, and the Stick of Truth. Cute dogs passed. We retired to the Hog's Head to manufacture bearded ladies over some CCPs. I was more prissy than usual about being a human canvas, mainly because I was wearing white, but still ended up inscribed with 'GAYER.' Afterwards, I fear that I may have subjected
Sunday wasn't helped by beginning twice, and then got stranger. Every story I read from Saturday's Guardian seemed to be taking the p1ss. Liechtenstein rebranded? A penguin enclosure under threat? A book about Twenties gays by a Doctor Cocks? And then the latest issue of Promethea shattered what little remained of my bonds with reality. I resolved to hide, but the world wasn't going to let me off that easily. Now my fingers are sloughing and I'm convinced either I have spontaneous leprosy, or the layer below will finally manifest my superpowers. Or, in a terrible irony, both.
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Date: 2004-07-06 12:19 am (UTC)Are you refering to that massive one which was like a Sheep had bred with a big scary thing with a lot of long head. Cos that was quite frightening. Especially for my flatmate whose irrational fear of dogs combined with his mushrooms' trip at the time.
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