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28th June 2000 Wednesday, 20:26 Ally McBeal – New Series!

What do I collect? Potted Biographies possibly, I definitely collect collections. I collect spots, foam, gloves candles, cannibalised magazines, people, websites, pictures I like, ideas, books. 

Actually I think it’s time for a new potted biography.  

Meghan Pike lives in her head, is nearly 3 years old, in kid years. She, for he is actually a she, has an anecdote about never visiting the doctor during her school years, yet has drawers of medicine. She regularly eats fruit, breaths and sleeps. Enjoys getting stoned, but doesn’t know what the real effects on the brain are, cos the government patronise her and make up scary rubbish to discourage her not to do things to her own body.   

Okay that’s a tad political. 

Hmm, Nickey’s got sistytus. Or some weird urine disease that you have to go to the toilet a lot. Funny, she got it from a guy she slept with at Pershore college. Classic example of a loose woman really. Gets a VD. Has to go to the toilet every ten minutes or so. Is leaving Magnox in two days, will have to go on antibiotics, and won’t be able to drink alcohol for two weeks. I’m soo laughing.  

Eye drops are easy to put in cool. 

I’m starting to think in rap. Not good. Which reminds me that Eminem looks really like Pink when he’s drinking the milk in his new video. What a joke, can’t he wear better clothes than a white T-Shirt that’s floppy? No wonder gay men like him, he’s so effete, slim shady allright. Lanky but talks a good macho. Which reminds me, with people like Busta Rhymes going for the over-the-top clothing stylist, is hip-hop going the same way as rock and roll? Busta Rhymes dies in a drug overdose and comes back to underground hip-hop clubs to make special appearances. We’ll see, we’ll see how my theory of rocknroll/hiphop parrelle fairs. 

Shit, got to fill in my SAAS form, but lost my UCAS number and the unconditional offer form. Fucking A. Never mind the SAAS form, 17 pages of Form, plus 44 pages of longwinded bureaucratic bollocks to help you fill it out, just so you get a student loan, JUST LIKE EVERY FUCKING ON THAT GOES TO UNI. What, if I fucking may politely enquire, is the point of a form if everyone gets one? And what is the anally retentive idea of 17 pages in aid of? I can’t believe I have to fill this piece of piss in. Makes you forgive famous people for their excesses and their denial of normal life, when it contains such fucked up bullshit like the goddamn tax code explanation which is longer than some Novellas I’ve read.  And up there, man, I didn’t use bollocks accidentally, I don’t like the word bollocks, sounds ugly is ugly, but bloody effective when other words aren’t up to the job due to overuse, like fuck. I should join the society for introducing more swearwords. Give kids a bigger choice. 

Fuc Graham too. Well, I suppose he was being nice today. 

I’ve got to shake this dancing thing off. I seem to have gained some muscle memory of the dancing bit too, I’ve got some strange movements down on automatic. It’s pretty weird. Maybe it’ll get more so. As I keep doing it. 

I’ve got to go around the internet looking for good surfing things. I must I must. Pen, hand, where are You? What are my fingers named again? Permanent pen, that’ll do it. 

Ooooo, Rachmaninov CD came today. I hope it’s a pre-breakdown recording. (It’s by Heffgott.) It’s excellent. 

I’m sorely tempted to write to dex now. Leave it to tommorrow I think. I checked up, it’s been a month and a half since I wrote last. Scary. Well fuck him, a one way conversation over a month is no conversation at all. In my opinion. 

I’m sure I gave Paula the full 200 pound last month. Nick probably nicked the rest. Yeah yeah. Hell maybe I didn’t. Actually pretty sure I did. Shit, what’s going on. 

Self Anaylsis is fun. But is it Good For You? That’s all I want to know. Life coaches and asbergersSyndrome, get the e-mail address and check. Right – TO DO! At home - buggery. 
 

     
Author information goes here. < That's Me! Or Meg if you want my full name. 
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