minutes. monday, february 13, 2006.

everyone is cranky. no one has written.

9:00 - "i'm gonna be a mechanic of my own body, too." -classic SLS

10:16 - "just pick an apple! life has fuckin' bruises, you know." -beth to siri, who has been examining each apple and returning it to the bag. after this outburst, siri ends up with a bum apple.

10:18 - "it sags beneath your teeth when you bite it." -siri, about the aforementioned bum apple
"like an old woman's anus." -beth (then says she meant buttocks)

club deteriorates into balderdash, justification: it's still writing.

11:05 - "yo! that spectre's feezin' me out!" -SR

11:17 - "we can get weiner stuffed animals." -siri, followed by a collective groan of disgust. "stuffed penis." -SR(?)

11:25 - "i used to have a really weird relationship with nico in high school." -SR

11:27 - "are you giggleplexing over there?" -beth, to a giggling siri

11:34 - "we only know each other under the pretences of alcohol..." -SR, after not remembering "sexual diapers." neither did beth. or so they claim.

11:38 - "ustulate" inspires nasty sunburn stories