must - just - be - the - colors

2003-07-29 - 5:35 p.m.

dear diary,

i want to like someone else's diary, you know? i guess anything to relate to, but man, it just isn't happening.

but then i have to remind myself that the purpose of doing this again was to reconnect with some part of my brain.

this would be a good part of the entry to insert a "speaking of brains..." but don't you hate it when people say that, diary? but you get that this isn't just a casual non-sequitor right? as long as we're on the same page, dear diary. yeah, sorry about the puns.

there was an interesting article on cnn.com [fuck linking] about this male schoolteacher turned lecher. he started collecting pornography, all types of it too, and leering at anything with legs and a hole. he had these impulses and he couldn't control when they started, stopped, increased, decreased, etc. and then in some turn of events that cnn did not specify, he saw a doctor and they discovered that he had a tumor resting [pulsating?] on his frontal lobe.

anyway, they removed the tumor and the man went back to a normal state of mind [pun totally intended]. his appetite for sex diminished. oh wait i left out that part where he was arrested for propositioning his stepdaughter for sex. i guess that would be a good indicator that something was amiss.

so yadda yadda it's a year later and mr x sexily propositions anything that moves and builds up his collection of kiddy porn like iraq was going to drop the nuclear porn death bomb. of course they discover that the tumor has grown back.

but the question that is relevant, nay, was made relevant by cnn, is the most DUH finger pointing ever: obviously we don't know a lot about the human brain.

i was thinking that it is far more interesting that the pressure of the tumor was creating or regressing this man into some kind of a primal sexual or reproductive state. the spreading of one's seed and what not.

but now all i can think about are cavemen- sticking their dicks in women, men, dinosaurs, piles of rhino shit, and other random free-roaming animals.

remember when i thought i'd major in bio-psychology?

yeah. me neither.

waxing - waning