Mormon Cheerleader Sex Disaster

So, during tonight's conversation the subject of the local Mormons came up. W. perked up and said "Oh, there were 7 Mormon girls on the cheerleading squad when I was a cheerleader. They were insane. They did stuff I still won't do now!"
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Sad songs, they say so much

Today’s music on hold while Speakeasy was fixing my rain-soaked DSL included:

Magnetic Fields, “Papa Was a Rodeo”
Assorted Buckleys (Tim and/or Jeff)
Nick Drake
Sandy Denny

It almost sounds like they have a soundtrack setting for “It’s a rainy day in Southern California, you have a cold, and electrical and moisture problems are degrading your network performance.”

Oh great, now it’s the Cowboy Junkies. Someone get me two handfuls of percocets and a jug of rye.

TorgoX is evil.

Happy Wookie Kwanzaa. Or something. Someone get Triumph the Insult Dog over here right quick.

araby

Today I was sort of half-ill and did not go into the office. I did some work from home and then wandered. I went to the ritzy mall and watched the ultra-rich shop. Lots of self-satisfied matrons towing around unhappy daughters on break from college. Went to the coffee shop. Went to the health food store and bought bread & tomatoes. Went back to the coffee shop. Saw, in sequence, my last four crushes-at-a-distance. Managed to speak to one of them.

I've had the sensation of a masquerade lately. Everything seems to be a play or dance worked out in advance and not revealed to me until the last moment. Restaurants and bookstores feel like carnival rides. The world is a plastic buffet set out in front of me which I cannot eat. Somewhere a tinny organ is playing.

I've been told that this is a frequent symptom of oncoming schizophrenia, but I hope it's just ennui.

Et in arcadia ego