Daily Happenings

Someone described chuck palahniuk's work today as second rate vonnegut. I could not have put it better myself.

Made it a point to start/finish choke today, and i can't say I'm more underwhelmed. Another friend of mine put it best, reading palahniuk couldn't make me any more self destructive. Which brings me back to highschool. Sonya told me I could write better than him, which I agreed to knowing full well I had never read any of his stuff. I was big on saving face back then.

Ever come across something shockingly familiar? I found one of my past selves today. Or maybe in a past life I worshipped this woman. Simone de beauvoir is the name, and perfection is the way her life mimics mine. Kristian told me I'd appreciate her, to which I gave some meaningless fact about her and Sartre's twisted relationship. He was surprised at my vast esoteric knowledge, to which I replied with some banter on never understimating my mystique. I was big on saving face back then.

Anyways, the woman died the year before I was born. Before writing the second sex she never considered herself a feminist. Though my latest trivial blog criticizing female sexual empowerment pales in grotesque comparison to one of the greatest literary feminist movements, I feel her. She was bisexual on today's standards, but impartial in her head. Her close knit "family" of cohorts were predominantly male and her natural affinity to philosophy and mathematics is uncanny. I don't believe in God, something greater, or egotism, but I think

I try too hard at the internship that doesn't appreciate me, and slack the fuck off at the work place that pays for my monthly diet of ramen and chocolate milk. Story of my life.