ouch indeed.

Speaking of which... I'm making a meal of matzohs and the rest of the Cardinal Zin. Do I miss Communion on some weird level? Jews for the Pope. It occurs to me that all of my shocked angry expletives are sex and the sacred. Holy fuck was a bit too ironic for the situation. I miss the days of writing in bluetext and looking for Answers in.my.head. Whatever happened to when? This is awful and claws aren't responding. No ink interface for this girl tonight. Why must I drink time in little bottles?

holy fuck.

NEW BRITAIN -- The reaction to sexual assault allegations levied against a visiting Polish priest was one of disbelief Sunday following Sacred Heart Church’s morning mass -- but that disbelief was not targeted at the accused priest, but rather the victim, a 17-year-old member of the parish.

Thank you, Connecticut Polish Catholic communities. I grew up so close to here...
Why now why today? Jesus.

It's okay, I'm okay, you're okay.
Happy new year!
I'm a little tipsy, but it's okay.

Surely you can't be serious...
oh, but you are. I could never be a theory whore -- give me the album over the dissertation any day.
I now have the Eels' Novocaine for the Soul in my head, mambo-style.
We might just do this right.
I need to make phone calls - funny how we say[/write] that, making phone calls. Out of paper and paste, plastic and wire, wave signal muscle motion. I want to make mine in different shapes, color-coded.
Still at work. Happy nuevo ano and imagine the enyey 'cause mine isn't happening.

and you'll never know, dear
just how much i loved you
you probably think this was
just my big excuse
but i stand committed
to a love that came before you
and the fact that i adore you
is just one of my truths

so i
i'm goin' home
to please the one i so love pleasing
and i don't expect
he'll have much sympathy for my grieving
but i guess that this is the price
that we pay for the privilege
of living for even a day
in a world with so many things
worth believing
in

more Ani. I can't do the word thing now. Piles of letters and numbers and signs, sheets all the more clean for having been slept in. the righting of things always feels worse.