today i'm going to watch at least several movies in preparation for the enormous daily readings i'll be caged in with for the rest of the semester. kurosawa before dickens i always say!

YES

i figured it out.

fluctuation means (aside from extremely unhealthy and sporadic weight gains and losses) my interests and attempts at interests. i think i keep finding out about things i think i ought to have found out about sooner, and so then i end up branching off and forgetting the rest of the things i thought that about, until i encounter a particular ignorance again and feel doubly doubly ignorant for having tried and still lost.

but mostly evacuation. mostly anal explosive.

fluct-and-evac-uation

as everyone knows, i am constantly trying to lose wait in my hands and trim my fists down to a more "useful" size. and as i'm sure most can also relate, the holidays have set back my plans for gorgeously skinny fists considerably, to the extent that i have begun a massive campaign of self-denial and, more importantly, constant drug-induced voiding of my bowels, bladder and gut. as part of this important purging process for the new year, i've decided that a nice little booger on the web might be a good place to empty all those untidy bits the 48 gallon rubbermaid under my bed can't handle. namely: dirty, fattening thoughts.

but that's only the evac- of this title's -uation. so what's the FLUCT-?

i'm not sure yet!

love,
kandi