Sinister: belle and sebastian live in a beautiful mansion

[kerry]

the subject here is referring to an odd dream i had last night. quite 
b&s related. not sure how it happened, but i ended up at a large 
mansion, with formal gardens and a picnic table squarely placed in 
the yard. belle and sebastian lived there. i mean, all of them. even 
stu d. he was there, you know. me, him, beans geddes, and two girls i 
know from chicago who don't listen to belle and sebastian were 
sitting around the picnic table and making fun of chris's legs. i'm 
not kidding. i kept sticking up for him, saying he had nice legs, but 
stu kept putting him down, all in jest, of course. i woke up and 
almost instantly my eyes fell on the twattybus (cripes, does anybody 
here even remember that nickname anymore?) poster placed on the 
slanted wall above/next to my bed, and i got confused as to what the 
hell i had been dreaming about anyway.

so a sinister village, eh? i'd like to run the microbiology lab at 
the hospital, please. but if that's not twee enough, maybe i could be 
the nursery marm. you know, look after the kiddies until they're 
allowed into the village at large. or maybe i'd run a petting zoo 
filled with goats and lambs and horses and ducks and cats and dogs 
and anything else that's not too likely to bite you if you touch 
them. there'd be anteaters and lemurs, too. because i like anteaters 
and lemurs a lot. anteaters look like great big muppets, you know. 
they do.

as you may or may not have guessed, i'm a bit stressed from doing my 
thesis (i can hear you mumbling "is she still going on about that?", 
so hush up and be nice), and i swear if have to read another article 
about active efflux of bile salts by e coli i'm gonna puke all my 
bile salts right up.
which reminds me of an amusing conversation i had the other night. a 
friend and i were discussing breath fresheners, and i told him about 
my confusion with "breath asure" the pill you swallow that's supposed 
to freshen your breath from the inside. here's my problem: if you 
swallow it, it ceases having anything to do with your breath the 
minute it passes by the larynx. i said that perhaps it relied on 
odors travelling up the esophagus. my friend noted that if odors from 
our stomachs were always coming out of our mouths, our breath would 
smell a lot worse than it does. so we decided that those little 
breath asure tabs are pure bunk. i still like thinking about what the 
world would be like if we could actually smell what's going on inside 
us, because it's got to be just horrid. all those acids and 
foodstuffs and bacteria grinding around inside us, making stanky 
odors and keeping us alive all at once.
with that said i'm going to have some more apple juice and get back to work.

-kerry

"roses are red / and ready for plucking / you're sixteen / and ready 
for high school"
                -kurt vonnegut, _breakfast_of_champions_
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