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[lapsedmodernist]

from: anthrochica
to: saintpeg

I just got back from the rainforest and my arms are covered in bites. I think these little spiders bit me. Either that or the lemon ants. I hate insects. Also this bird, fuck, I am blanking on what it's called in English, but it's the one with the irridescent eye on the tip of its feathers, you know the one I am talking about? Pheasant? Peacock? Anyway, it stabbed me in the nose, and during an interview a monkey shat on my informed consent form.

Also the four-wheel on the ride from Cotacocha to Puyo had no shocks to speak of, but excellent radio reception. Believe me when I say I wish it were the other way around. But since it wasn't, at least I get to share with you the songs that I listened to until I begged for the radio to be turned off:

Bryan Adams: (Everything I do) I Do It For You
John Lennon: Imagine
Def Leppard: Pour Some Sugar On Me
Bryan Adams: (Everything I Do) I Do It For You,
Queen: We Will, We Will Rock You
Led Zeppelin: Stairway to Heaven
Will Smith: Welcome to Miami
Bryan Adams: (Everything I Do) I Do It For You

Yes, it was all the same station.

Comments

[flynngrrl.livejournal.com]

You could have called in and requested them to just put "Pour Some Sugar on Me" on infinite remix. That song was written for the road.

[lapsedmodernist.livejournal.com]

yeah, it was mainly the Bryan Adams for the third time that did me in.

a monkey shat on my informed consent form.

[apropos.livejournal.com]

Take that, IRB

Re: a monkey shat on my informed consent form.

[lapsedmodernist.livejournal.com]

IRB, is that like Human Subjects Review?

[twotoedsloth.livejournal.com]

You're using consent forms?
No wonder a monkey shat on it. I thought we all just said that we were going to use them.

[lapsedmodernist.livejournal.com]

what if they check?

you don't understand what I went through with Human Subjects. It went on for 8 months and I wanted to kill myself by the end. They obviously have it in for me, and I don't want to give them any opportunities to make my life even more of a living hell than they already did.


But yeah. The monkey knew what's up, yo.

The Cave

[congogirl.livejournal.com]

This soundtrack is almost as bad as what they play in the downstairs secret bar (secret except from the huge contingent of dart throwing prostitute seeking South African UN soldiers) called the Cave, run by Gregoire the Romanian, who wears old heavy metal T-shirts and has hair almost as long as mine. Did I mention that not only does he seem to pimp out the bartender girls, but he seems to like to feel them up first. And the music is REALLY REALLY LOUD. And every time they play the Eagles I have to make fun of FK (you have to admit, those initials are pretty bad too) because the first time an Eagles song came on, he told me that he liked Steely Dan.