Unknown Substances

There was a very dubious looking white substance on my telephone as I sauntered into the office this morning. Could it have fallen through the hole in the roof or does someone like my phone rather too much? I am worried and may try to avoid falling in love with inanimate objects again, just in case one day I become that way inclined.

Last weekend, I purchased some vending art, a strange pink object, named "secretion". Further inspection (and accidental stamping) has caused me to wonder if the object (now slightly crushed) was made out of cake icing. I licked it, but could not tell.

Real life - catch it before it's deleted

I was nominated in the Diarist.net awards for "Experimental diary". Thank-you whoever nominated me. I didn't win, since I don't seem to write about BDSM.
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Yesterday, I first thought I was a coke addict (blood dripping down the nose, no actual coke involved, except Diet Coke, of course), and then a cancer victim (smear was inadequate, waiting for this news I seriously wondered if I had only a year left to live, and what to do for that year, and whether having only a year to live would be kind of cool in a Groundhog Day kind of way).
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I've been looking at moving to London again, since Southampton may have good milkshakes and the air of Titanic, but I've been here too long, need a serious escape plan. Of course, I'd prefer to just move to the desert, maybe dowse for water, but I'm not sure where the deserts are, and what if I wanted a black man-made desert like in The Broom of the System?
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I haven't been to a club lately, and I so much need to dance, my legs are practically twitching under my desk as I inhale the scent of MDF.
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I've been learning to float along roads as opposed to just being swept from pavement to pavement. I also still go to Japanese classes.