i've felt like posting a few times this week, yet i was stopped by forces: evil forces: like bon jovi, or death [is it really evil though?], or tests. they've all made this week unbalanced. really, so many wonderful things: I witnessed a live performance of a seagull imitation yesterday, the 3 cpt members were released, I got to dance a lot, it's finally warm outside. yet there's the funeral, the distressed mother at the drug seminar urging the speaker for answers on how to help her son. Has is been a good week or a bad week? Or simply a week.

some days I wish my hair was still like so:

does my tongue not look really muscular?

yet there are ups having [semi] regular hair. it doesn't turn nasty orange and no one calls me carrots.

note

i must find a copy of breakfast on pluto. i believe it is my favorite movie, though i haven't seen it yet.

"And there's the king of Pomerania"

"Anatolia, actually. But alas, no longer."
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"It's true. They steal my throne. My Godfather, the Archduke of Austria gave me, one time, gold fountain pen with eagles on him. I loved well my gold fountain pen. And then the liberal minister, one man of exceeding evilness. He come to talk to me and... thump, and talk to much about thing i do not understand. And-- and, and when he was gone, where was my gold fountain pen with eagles on him? Gone also!

- The Former King of Anatolia, Bright Young Things.

big doors, little people

the renaissance had an obsession with midgets. i wonder if i would be stroking queen mary's head on her death bed, or part of peter the great's midget barn.

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my dad took this picture in hungary's national museum, and then it was nicely edited by darling matt. the icky fire extinguisher *poof* dissapeared!