Getting in my own way, badly.

Tous ces mots qui font peur quand ils ne font pas rire

but only just.

rwa but for how long? haha, that is the trick. like trying to shoot an arrow into an open window on a passing train.

with such irresistible speed

To quote my beloved MM: "Gee, I wonder why."

(1) For reasons I haven't quite articulated (and probably won't bother to try; I would guess something to do with the hypocrisy of it itself being incredibly pandering/cliched and its sneering highmindedness that sounds dangerously like envy; it also feels presumptuous somehow), this article* is almost as irritating as its target. I liked this, however:

The public often has unfairly romantic expectations of artists. We expect them to create for the sake of creating, to make art for art’s sake. We like them to live out clichés we would never essay ourselves, and if any of them dare to make money in the process, we turn around and accuse them of “selling out.”

Though I don't think they're artistic masterpieces, I have at times not minded the head bop inducing Where is the Love? and Let's Get it Started, esp for working out. However, most of the rest (especially "I gotta feeling") does make me want to "claw my face off" or punch things.

*ETA fixed link.

(2) Attempting to thwart perfect's attempt to thwart good.

WHY DON'T I LISTEN?!?!??

Might as well officially put Gosling on the list of people who strongly deter me from seeing a movie. Blech

"you shouldn't have to survive on dry crumbly muffins from...the Gersh Agency"

I love Parker so much. "I think I'm getting better at this. ...I didn't even stab him!"

Travel: personality litmus-testing since forever.

Stopping in c. for first time since first time. What a strange association. I wonder. Life is funny.

We'll shine like stars in the summer night.  We'll shine like stars in the winter night.  One heart, one hope, one love.

Best and funniest suggestion I've gotten in a while re what to do about someone: "I say 'Begone, asshat'."

1. Maybe I *am*; how would *I* know?

2. My competitive ire is seldom raised but when it is, people had best watch it.

3. Starting the week shakin' it. We're sliding through it swiftly. niftily. Sleep deprivation ftw

Charmingly imperfect.

Of course it didn't work. How could it? You can't have *two* squishy deep-feeling Romantics each in a hard splintery cynic shell, sensitive but proud, inconstant, untrusting, each unable (or unwilling, which amounts to the same thing) to say what they mean, to the depths, before the other does, both playing opposite-of-Chicken and thus ensuring that both lose. Life's hard enough without trying to go through it with someone with whom you constantly create destructive wave interference. Complement is always better, by definition.

But, woo-ee, those constructive interferences.

For what it's worth, it was worth all the while.

"see, now this I could get into."

Now down to a dull unpleasant roar. Hooray for progress.

trying to stay awake and remember my name

Dare I say aloud- catching occasional glimmers of feeling like myself again. Yay

Torturing myself