Tuesday, October 19, 2004
the world becomes stranger every day. it seems that my friend andrew has fallen prey to the seductive enchantments of mistress pumpkin-spice coffee. this is the point at which dialogue breaks down. in truth--how does one communicate the horror, the very unutterability of this unnatural concoction? i'd had a great deal of confidence in human language up to this point, but speaking to pumpkin-spice converts is like speaking to a space alien. they really do not understand what i am saying; for that matter, i do not understand them either.
alas! until this bane of caffeinated enjoyment is eradicated from the earth, we shall continue to pass as ships in the night.
alas! until this bane of caffeinated enjoyment is eradicated from the earth, we shall continue to pass as ships in the night.
