could it be with my new "kicky" and "swingy" hair-do my now shorter hair is going down the drain rather than getting caught up in the drain?

possibly.

does that make the fact that i had to reach my hand into my increasingly full bathtub to pull a big grody wad of my sisters long hair, which has gotten mucked up for a couple days with soap and dirt and babyoil and WHATEVER that much more grody?

definitely.

if who we are is determined, largely, by habit, such that someone would say about habits "habits are the very fabric of who we are. without our habits we are, literally, nothing. we cling to our habits to the exact extent that we fear our own annihilation.", would one be correct to say that person A and person B are, for all intents and purposes, disregarding identifying physical traits, identical people if they both have the same exact habits? (assuming that person A and person B are the same sex, to account for things that are gender specific such as having the habit of "situating oneself to the left" or perhaps "always using tampax") certainly, by the assertion above, the identifying physical traits are not important to who we are, or at the very least, not important to the extent that one would consider them in considering who we are, that is what makes someone that particular someone and not another. is that consistent with the above?

i don't know--make a point of asking.

why does the above assertion bother me so much?

i don't know--make a point of thinking on it.

might i die if i get in the shower instead of crawling back into bed to nurse my cloudy "i stayed up too late with jon because it was his first night back from so cal" head?

probably.

am i going to risk it?

...yes.

GROSS!

worst feeling ever: resting a sleepy and possibly still tipsy head against a cold bathroom wall, the shower water running down your back, wondering if you really could fall asleep standing up in the shower.

good morning, friend, how are you today?

i am ok, though a little turned about because something in me forced me to do a TON of work upon arriving this morning. i mean, seriously, i did more work in the first hour i was here than i have in like, days.

my desk is a mess. i can't wait to leave. i will throw it all away. all i will keep are the frank sinatra and elvis calendars, and the union stickers/buttons. and maybe the lamby fingerpuppet. and of course my stereo.

BUT EVERYTHING ELSE GOES!

that's the best thing about leaving/moving--throwing everything away. thank god i moved up here with only what could fit in my little car. i won't have much to deal with to move to iowa. except, of course, i got a bed. and a sweet computer desk. and, um, a nightstand. and a washing machine. and my brother just brought my tv from home. oh, and my exerbike.

but still, everything else goes!

except my bookscdsartsuppliesclothingbeddingpansmugsandmycat, of course.

ah, blowjobs. moving sucks.

hahaha, blowjobs/sucks.

where is my mind, huh black francis?

i have been asked to write an article, with interview, about plushies. where in the hell am i going to find plushies? do i want to talk to them, really? can i write a coherent article that doesn't inlcude things like "and i wonder, when a plushie gives his plushmate every inch of his love, does the plushmate eventually start to fall apart/smell/become a bacteria farm what with all the biological love left in/on/around his soft plush fur?" and "if the act of consumation with one's plushmate leads, ultimately, to its ruin, can a plushie really be said to love his plushmate at all?" and "loving your cabbage patch doll--kiddie porn for the plushset?" and "is being attracted to finger puppets the plushmate equivalent to being attracted to human midgets?"?

should i even bother trying to write an article on plushies without including those things?

i am full of questions today!

ah, radical bikers, only 40 minutes until i can go get lunch. i am hungry, i haven't eaten since early yesterday evening.