Jan. 5th, 2006


Jan. 5th, 2006 01:05 pm
oneirophrenia: (Ear!)
You're the Tortured Intellectual!
You're the Tortured Intellectual!
Take What sort of Hipster are you? today!
Created with Rum and Monkey's Personality Test Generator.
You're sensitive, you're emotional, and you wonder why everyone else in the world exists on a different plane. You cannot eat, breathe, or sleep without analyzing each action to death. You're usually sombre, depressed, lethargic, but you can be nearly glad from time to time. You wear whatever you can find on your cluttered bedroom floor. You carry books, notepads, reading glasses with you wherever you go. You have friends, but only a few who truly get where you're coming from. You frequent coffee shops, libraries, and the less crowded bars. You're obsessed with past people, past ideas, past lives. You wish you could die and be reborn as Jack Kerouac.

No. If I was reborn as Jack Kerouac, I'd instantly kill myself and hope I'd come back as a real fucking author...like Charles Baudelaire.
oneirophrenia: (Girl I Like Bear 2)
I just got done with a marathon housecleaning session. I straightened up my livingroom/NOC, diningroom, kitchen, bedroom, bathroom, torture room, and even hung up all my damned jackets on the coatrack.

Now, this has been long overdue--my house fell into a complete state of chaos over last semester...but, still, you know I wouldn't give a shit if I didn't have an ulterior motive.

Kirsten's coming over tonight for a while.


The only other two people who've ever been over to my house--and survived--were [livejournal.com profile] popejeremy and [livejournal.com profile] martygreene, a few years ago just after I moved back into Schloss Pegritzstein. I'm not a slob, but I do live in a great deal of clutter, and I mot certainly don't look after my surroundings very well. I mean, why should I when the only people who ever witness the horror are myself and my cat? And neither of us care.

Well...at least my house looks a little less Ed-Gein-like. The worst part of the whole job was, of course, taking down the mobiles made from human bones and finding someplace to hide my three-piece human-skin suit. Oh, and I had to take the severed faces down from the walls, too, which was kind of messy.

Fingers crossed now. Hope Kirsten doesn't notice the smell of ghouls and Deep Ones rising from the basement....
oneirophrenia: (Beakgirl!)
From CNN.com today:

• Watch: Toddler dies after fall from hotel balcony

Dude, I totally wanna see that toddler try base jumping!


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