i changed my mind, the people i hate the most are the ones who DEFEND university students. dear raymi you are more annoying than university students because YOU don’t/didn’t go to univeristy. ? ok loser.

i’m not in the mood yet to write my top ten reasons why university students suck list maybe after my espresso ANYWAY here is an EXCERPT from the book i am writing whilst simultaneously doing NOTHING with my LIFE:

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Last nite, I got belligerently drunk with Larry cos he is going away to Colorado with his dog Carl for a few months. He’s fallen in love with some all American blond something or other and says I can come visit in a month or so’s time if all goes well. We went to Hemingway’s and Larry spilled a pitcher of beer all over some yuppie’s leather coat and the yuppie gets all angry and Larry whips out all this money and shuts the guy up right away. It was pretty funny on account of Larry dresses like a complete hobo and then he has all this money and he’s hanging out with me, and I was wearing my brought to you by communism/Keibler elves outfit. Anyway. We never fit in anywhere we go.

So because of sans anti-depressants and my every few day mental meltdowns and depression spirals I’ve commenced work on the compliment machine. I emailed Martin some rough blueprint sketches and he mailed me back a bunch of notes, tips, instructions of what generally needs to be done as well as touching up my rough drafts. I’m not too worried about the techie side of the machine and it’s interior components cos every other person I know is more than qualified to help out and this project is pretty ridiculous so it won’t be hard to convince people to join in.

I’ve been watching a lot of television and independent/foreign movies lately cos I’m sussing out the ultimate complimenting voice and tones and pitches and everything about the English tongue. I’m thinking the first version will be a female’s voice though I’m not entirely certain that it will be. If it is a guy’s voice it has to be British.

I am thinking a tiny pocket-sized machine would be best, you know, travel-light so when you are at work and you get a nasty email from your boyfriend you can go into a bathroom stall, put in your little ear-buds and be complimented in privacy.

Though a big ridiculous machine on your dresser or nightstand would be pretty cool also I think, like the very first computer that was the size of a bank vault?

Hmm.

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