Fuck Nabokov
There's a girl with an obnoxious voice who continually asks for cups. I think she either hovers in the pantry or has some sort of surveillance camera which notifies her the moment the last is taken. As for the voice itself, picture a high, grating whine with a baby girl's inflection. Bludgeoning fantasies often take hold at each new request, and today I considered that it might be good for me. Not because I believe that acting on anger somehow cures the problem- on the contrary, it's more likely to become an addiction- but because if I actually saw this person sprawled out and hurt, it might cue up some heretofore absentee sympathetic reaction. I might start to see her as human, instead of a cup monitoring whimper machine.
DUSTIN UPDATE:
He still hasn't updated since January 21st. Visit magomra.blogspot.com and tell him to stop hoarding.
Dustin fact of the day:
On average, he eats 17 eggs per week. He claims it gives him 'chicken charm,' a term continually referenced but never explained.
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