Sunday, August 14, 2005

Bare White Hot Wit.

Fizzling. My humour is sort of hit and miss, always has been (Hence: Banjo Call). not the only one though, but I still notice it more when it happens to me. another cause for hesitiation when it comes to broaching the *bubble*, sober, and in an intellectual environment. my pretenses at having academic wit are laid bare, to people who would actually understand such repartee, (sometimes the political minutae passes by those not studying it - just like I don't get chiro jokes), and when I get a laugh from a tute I'm thrilled - so then what do you do? I'd have rathered stuck to the one uni for three years, built up a little clique (the post-gossie clique is aweso, and it was great having an ourimbah clique in management), but there's no clique to stique with. and 12 weeks, 12 hrs contact a peice, is a few calendars less than the almost decade that I've known some of my bestest buddies.

I'd like to keep the people with dirt on me to a minimum - but then again, I'm posting on google, forever dooming whatever bile I spew forth to an eternity in cyberia, waiting for someone to hold a grudge, and to desire to burn who may or may not be a public figure. who knows where I'll be when I'm 40?

FUCKIN A! Vesna's evicted. and that's all that matters for this particular moment. posted by Keegan at 7:50 pm

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