so here i am in my web design class...
learning about the crappiness of frames, so i refuse to
participate, though i give props to the teacher for
putting up with teaching such a thing, even though he, as
well as any other web designer with half a brain, doesn't
believe in them. um, okay, i shouldn't type while he's speaking...
ahhight...so i don't
really have anything of any interest to talk about
right now, i'm just trying to get this web class shit straight,
which tends to be quite difficult for us retards. i
can't even write legibly.
i'm in a slight state of disarray cuz im trying out a new pair of
tights i bought at a really cheap drag-queen store
called Beatnix (on the corner of Roscoe and Halsted,
i think), and they're so bright, i don't know if i'm
down. every time i glance down towards my legs, i start
hallucinating from the pretty bright stripes of
megalomania (mêge-ló-mâné-, -mânye) n.
1.A psychopathological condition in which delusional fantasies of wealth, power, or omnipotence predominate.
2.An obsession with grandiose or extravagant things or actions.
so i have noticed that me and my roommate had a little
falling-out a few months ago that lasted a few months. i think it's cuz' of the whole
smoker/non-smoker debate we've got goin' on. i was gonna' rip off his head and dump down
his throat, but instead, i had him on my radio show and we had a blast....things are
resolved, i think. Lappy Labia is his name. he used to be my "technical assistant", but
i had him on as a "guest" the other night. i bumped him from technical assistant cuz'
of this falling-out we had.
i don't think i could take any more of him than i was already receiving.
he calls me a megalomaniac all the time, and then shakes his head with his eyes lowered,
like that's a bad thing to be. fuck it, i'm having a blast! so screw anyone with my kung-foo
fist of death, who tries to
get in my way of thought or action...ya know? fuck it!