venn diagram poetry?! The Anti-Pretentious Canadian Cocksucker Coalition (APCCC) is going to take all  my pens away.  (They are in cahoots with the League For Abused Fonts, who’ve been on my case for years, just waiting for me to get sloppy.) The main point of this -  which got buried – is that the good when I’m with you is significantly bigger than when I’m not. As it stands you can only extrapolate this from the absence of bad. Unless you’re as pretentious a twat as myself, and consider being boring more wicked a sin than being naughty.

This is sort of off topic, but I looked up the wiki page to check the spelling of “venn”, which is just a disability I need to work around. If you check it out and scroll down, there’s some really beautiful diagrams down there. I dream of the day when my brain is smart enough to need to illustrate concepts that would require the use of this:

Just thought I would share.  Also thought I’d mention that I went through a “flow charts as poetry” phase you all missed. Only one was any good but it was a bit of a downer, so it didn’t seem socially or morally responsible to share and spread the infection. You know me: I am all about the sunshine and the butterflies.

And after the cut: Some houses I would like to live in. Now in addition to an architect I’ll need and engineer AND a botanist.  As if life weren’t  expensive enough already, what with me dropping a hundred bucks on underwear every time I loose weight. Do you understand how many safety pins I’ve murdered, pulling off skirts I’ve pinned shut and forgetting about how my sheer strength will mangle their little bodies? If only I could build myself a house out of safety pin corpses and shredded fabric, I would be set in this life.

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feeling:  weird