there is a guy where i work who reminds me of james from team rocket, and every time i see him i can't stop smiling because i want to tell him this. i want him to hop on top of a stack of shoe boxes and stick a rose in his mouth and ream a toxic ball of animated spite at somebody. there's one employee i can think of who deserves this very treatment.

today i realized that there are different translations of books not originally written in english. i'm now thoroughly pissed off at the copies of books i have by dostoevsky and kafka because i now must go explore other translations. then and only then can i let this rest! this makes me mad! (i knew this before, of course, but it bothered me today when i went and looked at a translation of the trial that was totally different from mine.) really what would solve all of this is to learn russian and german, at least on paper, or go hardcore into the original language versions with the aid of very large multilanguage dictionaries. but my summer is almost over.

i never give up on a good idea, though. i'm bringing a whip and a snake to work soon (ha, i want to watch "pokemon" again).

if anybody should ask i'm going to a seminar
pieces of the moon
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sensitive heart, you're doomed from the start
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