6.4.08
Knit ad nauseum
Knit ad nauseum -- this was a note I found at the bottom of a knitting pattern.Anyway, I used to live on a little island that was devoid of culture and mostly devoid of normal people. That, or maybe it was just me, which I will not rule out. I spent my time there eating pastizi, which are delicious peas-filled pastries, and getting stupid. Then there was the whole trip to the "satan worshipping" peninsula, but that's a story for a different time.
I met (independently of each other) two Canadians who were cool. Through one of them, I met some interesting people, although by that time I had probably gotten stupid enough to be completely uninteresting myself.
There was the time we went to Jay's house. Everyone was slightly insane but Seamic was the worst of them. Someone had just exposed him to Jefferson Airplane's "White Rabbit". He put it on and after it was over, he listened to it again. Then again, again, again. He really liked it. He played it on repeat for ages.
We sat around and smoked a tobacco hookah... a doctor talked about writing prescriptions for his friends...
Maybe if I didn't become stupid, the island wouldn't have been so bad.
posted by a girl @ 06:18
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