a night. nep, just having one's not good enough! like, having a non-fat carrot muffin at 1 means that the rest of the night's been good enough that you don't have to eat tapioca pudding, kind of thing. synchronicity vs. congruity. actually broaching the questions which matter. "great" corporate and weekly rates. being the urbane/hooked up po-townies at vassar, woo. but seriously, guys. new forms. of communication. second-guessing people like you were scholastic matchup's head-bobbing star. which i was. now watching the stepford wives from my perch in the comp-room. oh yeah, i love jesus. not smirking, smiling. what i want them to say of me: "she was just a good girl. well okay, she was kinda smart...dressed okay...smile wasn't quite up to par. good synaptic work. korean drinker. slightly psychic." i'm just babbling brooking now.

just did what? cached alcohol in tornadoed brush? walked and swung with the newly returned lawrence? clumsily knocked the doorharp from its doorperch, probably going to catch me some trouble in the morning. having done these things makes me feel as if i feel overzealous.

question - when does the style stop and the substance begin?