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guts and garters

It's all fun and games until someone loses molecular cohesion.

Monday, March 11, 2002

I have "Bored now" written on the back of my hand as a direct result of my seminar this afternoon. Twenty is far too big a group to seriously discuss anything, let alone politics. The best you can hope for in a group of twenty is for a few loud and opinionated people to hold forth extensively using big words like 'modernity' and 'multilateralism' to make themselves look important and remind all of us that seminar participation is worth ten percent of the class.

The problem is that towards the end I actually managed to get a word in edgewise, and in the process of making hand gestures to emphasise my point, had to also make sure to hide the graffiti on the back.

Next time I think I'll wear black lipstick so I can sneer with full force. Or at least dark fuck-off burgundy.

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