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ephedra spent last night in the seaweed professor's bathtub (which, alas, poor thing, did not have feet and so could not run away). She was in love with it.
i spent last night on the seaweed professor's bed, half asleep, while he and some other hooligans played butt rock on their guitars. he has a painting of a pomegranate on his wall. a long, bare canvas with a lone pomegranate in the upper portions of its white, textured space. blood-juice drips down the cloth. i ask about it. he said a girlfriend had told him to make her dinner. so he made her that. i assume she didn't appreciate it because it's still hanging on his wall. the bed was nice and firm and our bellies were filled with good japanese food of which i had not eaten much (i never do) and they had all stared at me. Ephedra had eaten mounds (she always does) and they had all stared at her, too. No escaping it. earlier at the graduate art show ephedra and i had kidnapped the seaweed professor's little black pug (so cute! so ugly! kore wants one badly) and bought it some doggie treats and a pink collar (to replace the smelly brown bone-print one it had on) but we should have asked the professor's sign first because he's a taurus and he doesn't like pink one bit. *sigh* ephedra likes the seaweed professor, and she's terrified of him, and so she likes his seaweed hair. but i want to cut it off snip snip! make it spiky and brushed forward like a rockstar or a sea urchin. he doesn't like short hair. i showed him my driver's licence and he said i looked like i'd just escaped a madhouse. i think he meant it in a negative way. i keep resisting the urge to cut it all off again, like my mother when she got pregnant. i think it's prettier that way, all stark and skeletal. plus, it induced people to pet me, which i quite enjoyed. i'm too intimidating with longer hair. or so i'm told. i ran into a girl today who said that all three of her previous boyfriends had mentioned our theory professor (not the seaweed professor, who in contrast is an art studio professor) while they were naked in bed. she thinks they're repressed homosexuals. i think they're just human. |