:: a.whisper.in.water ::

:: Monday, April 25, 2005 ::

[ ...before / all hell / breaks loose... ]

...since I'm near-certain to have quoted every other line of the above-quoted song before herein (or, for the LiveJournal, therein, in reference to the blog, which was, and remains the original source of limited-output-Aziz-anytime, but man, does this sentence fragment suck)...

I request a favor, from myself when I'm bound to happen across these words sometime distant from now, in time and space, as well as from whomsoever might care to regularly read this:

Disregard how often I spew half-truths like "things sure have been crazy! I'll get to detailing everything soon!" (with obvious distinction between the true and false statements in the prior example) and bear with me: I'm in no position to do a remote amount of justice to the details thereof, but I can state without a trace of hyperbole that this past stretch has probably been the single most momentous in recent memory, if not Ever. Granted, Big Things approach with sickening haste, and momentous events will soon be de rigueur as we are cast out into the wide bright world...

...but Holy Fucking Shit.

I worry that without a few spare moments to process this mounting pile of Important Events, I'll be well on my way to a shell-shocked numbness when I should be working my fucking ass to the bone (you heard me), then joyously giving my 4 years here an appropriate farewell/hurrah. I offer anyone who may find themselves in similar straits the same advice I gave shortly before sunrise today, the same advice I hope to follow:

...temporarily disregard how you've come to regard your present situation, as well as any scientific standards for thoroughness, and hold fast to the Necessity for Everything to be Alright in The End. If things aren't Okay, it simply cannot be The End yet, so breathe. Now keep fucking breathing, and do not stop until The End.

I realize that this is marginally more sophisticated than the advice lesbian comedienne Ellen Degeneres' animated fish-character gives in the motion picture Finding Nemo, but eat shit, asswipe: I'm not your fucking therapist, and one might dare to say that I've got some fucking work to do; brilliant motivational quips are WAY down on the list of priorities.

I'm sorry, everyone.

:: Aziz 9:04 AM [+] ::
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