17 February 2014
1204 hrs
Hello, Good
People, Dear and Patient Reader, etc.
CFF, here
wishing you all a great Prez Day . . .
try not to do anything too crazy today, as it is a well-known fact that
today is a holiday for boozing it up, dropping a little A, and generally
causing mischief and a touch of mayhem, just as our Founding Fathers did.
Well, it’s
been quite mad at the college . . . I
think I told you that we have that group project in my film class, and all
seems to be going swimmingly (considering the film we’re making is about a
shark, I find the pun apropos and quite funny . . . but this is my website and I am allowed) or
as swimmingly as can be expected when only 60% of us are actually doing anything.
I submitted
a couple of photos to our show, but have yet to be informed as to the
acceptance status . . . at least I got
the entries in. You can see them posted
here:
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| TWISTED TRIPTYCH by Properfessor |
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| 8JANUARY by Properfessor |
You know,
this is a weird town, this town in which I find myself currently living. People here tell me, at least the
transplanted ones, that they moved here fully intending to just stay for a
bit. Turns out that they are simply
stuck here; this micro-metropolis is a vortex of sorts. I find myself in the same boat, now too poor
to pick up and go anyplace else. And
jesus does it rain, here . . . not the
good, warm fat-droplet rains I loved in the South- but the shitty, cold,
constant drizzle one finds in Bradbury’s The
Long Rain.
Not only
that, but it has snowed twice this winter, something that isn’t supposed to
happen, according to the locals. “This
winter has had some odd weather,” they tell me.
They’ve been telling me this on a year-round basis . . . “It’s not hot enough here to need to build
housing with central air.” Except it
gets into the high 90’s, and everyone has to buy the window units.
Then there
are the leaves- they fall in Fall, of course, but no one wants to rake
them. This is the Pac NW, fa
chrissakes. There are a shitload of
leaves!
Interestingly,
it snows at least once every winter, here.
Yet no one has thought to buy the city a plow. So the whole city shuts down for a day or
two, until we are surrounded by black slush.
Again, it becomes a sidewalk and gutter problem- huge pools of melting
snow surrounded by black slush. This is
such a filthy place for being such a pretty place. Lazy emmeffers.
So I practiced
what I preach the other day; not surrounding myself with people that make me
feel bad.
There was
this woman who just came at me only when she needed something. She believed, otherwise, in 2-text
conversations, not responding to emails, and bailing on meeting up with me
regarding school and what-not.
Yet every
morning she would text and tell me to have a great day. Finally, she ran off while we were texting
and I was in the middle of telling her about some problems I was having. I mean, I was really in a shit storm and she
just bailed. So I did what I had to
do. The relationship was making me feel
bad, so I wrote her an email and broke it off.
We were not romantically involved; she was just supposed to be a friend,
and friends just don’t do that to one another.
Sorta like the phone deal a month or two ago.
So I have
to do some soul-searching and figure out what the hell I am all about that
attracts all of these crazy chicks. What
the hell? Maybe I am too nice- that I
don’t beat them or cause drama in their lives, and chaos is the ingredient on
which they all thrive. Well guess
what? I am too fucking old to play
games. This is who I am. They all either think I really don’t mean it,
and then, as it turns out that I AM a genuine person, they tire of the
gentleman.
None of the
men I choose to encircle my life are like this.
Yet I am not gay- not that being gay is bad- I was just not born that
way. Yet every woman-friend I have
thrives on drama, are on the verge of relapse, or are suicidal. Jesus Harold Shmitty on a rubber fucking
crutch. I am getting to the point where
I should buy them all booze and razor blades.
So I cut
her loose. It’s a good thing for her as
well, as I was obviously not meeting her needs, either. Yet every single woman tells me, “I don’t do
that. I’m not like other women . . .” when for fucks sake they sure are. Aren’t any of you out there NOT bat-shit
crazy?
Except for
you, Patient Reader. I know that all of
my female readers out there are perfectly level-headed and sane; confident and
strong and believe in people like me.
Too bad you’re all married.
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| Ana |
This is my friend Ana; the photo was taken by Enki Photography, and was a normal photo of Ana in a yellow summer dress. The background, frame, and alterations to the photo were done by myself.
OK, enough of the rants.
I have to write 2 essays for tomorrow, and have some other assignments
due as well. So shall I bid thee arrivederci? Splendid!
Always,
The Cunning Fennec Fox
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