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A Weekend painted in Ramble
Feb. 14th, 2005 01:40 am( Yes, I've got nothing witty to say. )
I've spent much of today floating between Time Travellers Strictly Cash, Lethal Weapon, Ray, Cerebus, the Web, and spagetti and grilled mushrooms. It's a nutty combo, but it's built for a Sunday-of-avoiding-the-pending-doom-of-Monday-most-hated. It's ritual. It's become ritual in the most practical of senses. I don't know, it's like grasping at straws against the slippery slope of pre-destiny.
Though the highlight of my evening was chatting with an Uberfrauline.
I need a haircut. I need a shave. I need to follow my own advice and get some sleep.
I've spent much of today floating between Time Travellers Strictly Cash, Lethal Weapon, Ray, Cerebus, the Web, and spagetti and grilled mushrooms. It's a nutty combo, but it's built for a Sunday-of-avoiding-the-pending-doom-of-Monday-most-hated. It's ritual. It's become ritual in the most practical of senses. I don't know, it's like grasping at straws against the slippery slope of pre-destiny.
Though the highlight of my evening was chatting with an Uberfrauline.
I need a haircut. I need a shave. I need to follow my own advice and get some sleep.
