exposed cerebral cortex of a proletariat bike slut

topping my list of “things in which I delight” is being “ambushed guerrilla style by right wing christians.”  I think it’s cute that they try to wash away my sins. (in vain)

Oh, lord…please forgive me… (for last friday night, and my fornication sins with the same sex…..whhhoooops! LESBIANS!!?!?)

anyway, this [not the fornication, the christian ambush] happened a few weeks ago when my best friends and I were staying at my parents house on whidbey. and again..last night..when I was reading the memoir of a former sniper for the PLO.  I had somewhat enjoyed the earlier parts of the book (although Saada is a shhhhhitty writer…but, to his credit, ESL).  I almost peed my pants however, when out of no where…he talked about how he talked in tongue and saw a vision of Jesus. (Kansas city will do that to you. also, peyote)  And then went on to love Jews.

so now I think that we should give kansas to the palestinians. for a little while anyway, until they learn to see the light of the Jew. (ha….) anyway, interesting bible verse found in the book:

“You [jews]are to distribute the land among yourselves according to the tribes of Israel.  You are to allot it as an inheritance to yourselves and for the aliens who have settled among you and had children.”

well, all this talk of a two state solution is making me wet, so I’ll leave it here. the book is “once an arafat man”, tass saada.

on to more disturbing matters.

first accounting meeting of the year, I was getting everything in order with the other officers, when I heard “Hey Kitty! Are you sitting there? I’ll sit behind you!” And when I looked…who should it be…but..

Bryce.

fucking econ stalker Bryce.

fuckgodfuckdamnitfuckfuckfuck.

back for more.

he saw my name on the posters around campus.

The last time I saw him was when he was shouting “How will I ever contact you again!??!?!”, as I was biking swiftly away pretending that I couldn’t hear him.  All I could think was “mitigate disaster, mitigate disaster…”, which took the form of me telling some other guy in the club who has been trying to hook up with me to please get rid of him, which turned into Bryce just stalking us out of the building and trying to find out where I live.

If I have to see him every thursday fr the next two quarters, I will shoot myself.

also I will shoot myself if my fucking unnecessarily hot roommate doesn’t put a shirt on.

baseball.calculus based stats.bryce.