Sunday, November 18, 2012
Saturday, November 17, 2012
herculean effort
moving to japan feb. 1st. who wants my chicago lady gaga tix (2) for feb. 14th (valentine's)?
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
This morning...
...I used my oven to warm my jeans. Am I turning into Liz Lemon?
Also, just so we can all make fair assessments of Javier Bardem (outside of his spooky Skyfall garb), please consider the second photo a part of your cinematic education.
Also, just so we can all make fair assessments of Javier Bardem (outside of his spooky Skyfall garb), please consider the second photo a part of your cinematic education.
WWF(a)C Fastwrite: November 14, 2012
Dear Dog Upstairs Who Always Smells Like Fritos,
As far as dogs go, you're really not cute. But, you're one of my favorites, and I've known you since middle school. That is to say, I knew you before I had real problems. Suicides and cancers, plane crashes and fires. That is to say, I knew you before I was preoccupied with the notion of carefully choosing my friends.
You treat me the same as you did in middle school, and outside of my siblings, you're one of the only ones.
Accordingly, most of my relationships exist in a post-event warp, my daily aquaintances and small friendships consisting mostly of people who know me, post-something. Everybody "pre" gets wiped out, mostly by me.
I've gotten to a point where I'm tired of lost relationships, though. Tired of fearing a trip to Montgomery Krogers. Tired of always looking for other locations for my favorite stores. I'm tired of being scared to run into people who know me, pre-whatever.
So, with Japan. I'm not scared of going---I'm thrilled to go. I'm scared of leaving. Will I lose more? Will I have a post-Japan life, too? Will you remember me in 2014?
Will you still be alive in 2014?
Generally, I enjoy that the dog smells like Fritos.
As far as dogs go, you're really not cute. But, you're one of my favorites, and I've known you since middle school. That is to say, I knew you before I had real problems. Suicides and cancers, plane crashes and fires. That is to say, I knew you before I was preoccupied with the notion of carefully choosing my friends.
You treat me the same as you did in middle school, and outside of my siblings, you're one of the only ones.
Accordingly, most of my relationships exist in a post-event warp, my daily aquaintances and small friendships consisting mostly of people who know me, post-something. Everybody "pre" gets wiped out, mostly by me.
I've gotten to a point where I'm tired of lost relationships, though. Tired of fearing a trip to Montgomery Krogers. Tired of always looking for other locations for my favorite stores. I'm tired of being scared to run into people who know me, pre-whatever.
So, with Japan. I'm not scared of going---I'm thrilled to go. I'm scared of leaving. Will I lose more? Will I have a post-Japan life, too? Will you remember me in 2014?
Will you still be alive in 2014?
Generally, I enjoy that the dog smells like Fritos.
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