June 24, 2003 @ 5:55 p.m.
Or perhaps I was a pimp in a past life.

Driving down Victoria St on Saturday night, home-bound, after seeing the Onyas and the Spazzys. Stu notices that Drummer's Paradise are having a sale. I notice that the brothel formerly known as the Candy Club is now called Rochelle's. This leads me to ponder two things:

1) You really do look a little longer and a little harder at what interests or concerns you.

2) What the flying skippy fuck is wrong with me? I think I may have spent too much time during my tender cusp-of-adulthood years in and around the sex industry.

My pseudo-pet huntsman spider Rasputin has gone all evil and psycho. This makes me sad. No one called Rasputin should be evil. But now he's taken to hanging out on the ceiling above my bed, something I quite clearly stipulated was forbidden when we first drew up the A Big Ugly Spider Living In Rev's Bedroom contract. The problem is, my bedroom ceiling is so high I can't even reach up to catch him.

And there's another spider now, too. Ivan. Or possibly Ivana, I don't know how to tell and I don't care to learn. Ivan/Ivana is evil and I think also the prime motivation for Ras (as I affectionately call him) going evil.

Wow. I just spent a couple of minutes and 115 words crapping on about a couple of spiders. Amazing the lengths I'll go to in order to avoid studying for exams. Especially exams that are tomorrow. AT NINE THIRTY IN THE FREAKIN' MORNING. However, I live a brief stagger from the exam venue, a factor which works in my favour when I wake up at 9:15 on exam days.

Medieval History. The subject for which I feel I have learnt nothing and am a big dumbass. Also the only subject for which I have ever had an HD average. It's funny how these things work out. Although I feel like I'm faking everything. Academically, I mean.

I spent a sizeable chunk of this afternoon blathering on to Claire about the advantages and disadvantages of various fabric colours in hiding semen stains. I prefer to think of this as domestic, rather than skanky. Incidentally, mauve.

And you know, the phrase "sucky sucky" just never stops being funny.

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