October 2011
14 posts
“Fear plays an interesting role in our lives. How dare we let it motivate us, how...”
– Robert California, getting better by the day.
Too many things to think about when I listen to Girls’ Father, Son, Holy Ghost but I can’t stop. Just gotta do the noun switcheroo and it’s perfectly misery-invoking.
“[Your response essays] ask us to think more harder about the implications of the...”
– Professor in my graduate program opining about the quality of my homework assignments. Speechless. I don’t know if this solecism is supposed to make me feel better or worse.
“I’m beginning to think all the drama in the world arises from some...”
– Anthony. I suppose he’s right. Librae are natural gossips — I’m a fish out of water without compelling recurring characters in my life. California, sometimes we were beautiful together.
Cults, “You Know What I Mean”
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“Oh Coco…
Well folks, I’m goin’ down to St. James Infirmary,...”
Let’s face it: I’m terrible at Words With Friends. I promise I have a vocabulary. Just can’t figure out this points system and I don’t care enough to look it up. Feel like researching strategic moves is an overt waste of time, and I’m using this game to be covert about wasting my time. Losing every game I’m playing, it’s a windfall to my ego. I’m...
