best line ever

ok, so i know it's old now but time doth not diminish my love for Ms Beyonce. and this morning she's keeping me company with admin law and for that I'm grateful. and i ask, who else can get away with saying 'my female intuition tellin me you a dog'. Also, as some know, I love big hair. and now this photo of Beyonce is like some kind of big hair challenge. Shall we take it up E? Get some serious product and a hair dryer with the diffuser attachment? I think that's how it's done...

introducing Kiki

I am a fiend for the internet right now. mainly due to the property essay that was due yesterday. particularly a fiend for sex-radical queer porn sites. I've been dragging around some US porn sites - the crash pad site intrigues me. I wish wish someone would make a site like this based in Melbourne. I really love the concept and I think my friends and i could people it with all kinds of dirty sex stories. I'm having this fantasy about hosting weekly dirty episodes, maybe from the bungalow kitchen out the back.

I would be your host, Kiki Switch. or Kiki DirtySwitch. and I would bake for my guests. Oh man, I bet I could cook up all sortsa trouble...

a sweet sad story about feeling friendly

A patient arrives ten minutes late for a session. She interprets her own lateness as meaning that she didn't want to come to analysis that day. I feel anxious. This fits with her interpretation, on the assumption that I am now feeling what she has been feeling. As she continues to talk, it emerges that she left her house quite early, but then had managed to take a wrong turn along the way. I am beginning to feel friendly and sad beneath the anxiety. I say that it seems to me she very much wished to come to analysis today, as indicated by leaving early, but this wish made her quite anxious. Maybe when she feels especially friendly toward me, she bcomes afraid that her friendly feelings will be rejected. She begins to cry and, after a bit, begins to talk about how she felt she disappointed her mother.

Wolfenstein, Eugene, ‘On the Uses and Abuses of Psychoanalysis in Cultural Research’ (1991) 2(4) Free Associations 515, 517.

I've decided to think of law school as a difficult shit that I have to do. I had this thought while sitting on the toilet where i had taken refuge from my essay on the United Nations. I was giving myself a little mental pep talk. 'You know you can probably finish it by the hand in time this afternoon. It's just a matter of being disciplined and keeping on writing, turgid and shit or not'. Here's to big hard logs of turgid law school shit...