who is john galt?

second post of the day. what can i say? i suffer from diarrhoea of the mouth. crystal clear visual you've got there - my apologies. wow, the number of entries i've posted is teetering dangerously towards a number that used to hold the title of favourite in my years of junior high.

i only have a slight problem with the writing of ayn rand, and that is, that it's so incredibly descriptive and drenched with thought and detail and emotion that once my face is no longer buried within its pages, i find that reality in all its three-dimensional glory is really a much less interesting story where nothing is being told. and that nobody honestly thinks about things with such depth, if at all.

sometimes the things that people do or say have me resisting the urge to run in circles clanging saucepans and various other miscellaneous household items over my head, or better yet, in their face (and by in their face i mean at their face). i think that the day i hit someone in the face, the liberation of my rage will mask the pain that their ugly, annoying face bulging with lies and ulcers will cause my knuckles. much in the same way that alcohol disguises the pain one feels when they're holding fajitas that have been in a 175 degree oven for over an hour.

i don't even hate people. usually. the pot clanging and the face bashing usually arise from feelings of frustration and annoyance and incompetence. and on that note, i don't like uncertainty, or things that are late, or people who are gay (and by that i don't mean homosexual, i mean gay like when i was in the fourth grade and called you a gaylord because there was no better way to describe you and really, you were a gaylord, except when we grew up we used different words to describe people such as yourself, although i don't know why we did because gaylord suits you perfectly). go pick a toddler's nose and eat whatever you find on your finger, please.

overuse of the word face - yeah, yeah i realised, no need to point it out. i'm going to go read a thesaurus now.

Monica: It doesn't make any sense.
Joey: Of course it does. It's smart! I used a thesaurus!
Chandler: On every word?
Joey: Yep.
Monica: All right, what was this sentence, originally?
Joey: Oh. "They're warm, nice people with big hearts."
Chandler: And that became, "They're humid, pre-possessing homosapiens with full-sized aortic pumps?"