Hubris

Thursday March 16th, 2000

I was eating Crazy Dips before, or something like that – you know the candy that pops in your mouth as you eat it off a lollipop. These ones came out of Dawson’s Creek packets (I ate Jen) that Thomas’s Canadian friend had sent him, and they made me laugh lots and lots. Crazy mouth sensation – “it’s like an explosion in your mouth” as I once said to Kate B. Tart. She came around tonight to borrow my PR book and return my first year text books. What’s a good costume for a ‘Scandel’ theme party?

I need some more ponstan. Dammit, I hope that Johnson & Johnson is paying Femulen a commission for all the extra periods it creates. Simon asked me tonight if I was on anti depressants, so I explained that it was birth control, not mind control.

I watched ‘Stealing Beauty’ yesterday, and it really really disturbed me. However, I dunno if I’m feeling quite coherant enough to explain why. Basically what it came down to is how disturbed I am to see the corruption of innocence and stuff. I hope I’m in a writing mood tomorrow, cos it all sounded really good in my head when i was thinking about it yesterday. But for now, my tummy hurts. I had decided to not drink for a while, just cos I think I drink a little too much, and cos I’m such a dork when I’m drunk, but running low on pain killers meant that beer seemed like a good option. So I had a corona, which I enjoyed immensely, and an oranjeboom, which wasn’t quite so good. Our imported beer bottle collection is looking damn impressive, however. It’s St Patrick’s Day tomorrow – maybe I should try to drink a Guiness.

I beat Thomas at tetrinet tonight, so he had to go buy me ice cream. I really must up the stakes sometime soon – there’s an awful lot of dishes needing to be done, for starters.