Sunday, August 21, 2005
"I'll join this conversation on the proviso that we stop bitching about people, talking about wigs, dresses, bust sizes, penises, drugs, nightclubs, and bloody Abba!"
"Doesn't give us much to talk about then, does it?"
From Priscilla, Queen of the Desert
My favorite Abba song: Waterloo. It just makes you want to get up and spear someone with your Napoleonic bayonet. Maybe a Swede. Nice and blonde like Agnetha or any of the other Abba-lonians. Now if only I could locate my yellow velvet 85 lb. pantsuit (sequined sexiness is heavy, my friends.)
I am currently moving into my old/new apt. By "moving" I mean sitting on a stool (not much furniture yet...) in my bra and watching "Evita." Moving is difficult and this is the sabbath after all. I believe in apatheticism. Idleness is next to godliness. Kill everyone! Condone first degree murder! (That last bit is from the John Waters staple "Pink Flamingos")
This week I need to get in the studio (for the love of Apathy!). Because next week I will be back working for the "man." TAing, while fairly easy and fun, results in some sort of brain atrophy for me. Over the course of the semester, it becomes increasingly difficult to expell the ringing complaints of 40 students.
Sidestory: My roommate and I had a little cucaracha problem. Here is a picture of me with some of my "friends."