November 2011
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you would think that, at this point, with the amount of times i’ve moved, i would have figured out some sort of system so i wouldn’t lose anything. nope. latest thing that has gone missing: blank checks.
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On the moon there was neither air no wind. Its vacuum was perfect for preserving...
– 1Q84.
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http://www.thedaily.com/page/2011/11/06/110611-arts... →
this is delightfully awkward. also, i’ve read Guts at least ten times and have never been close to passing out. i don’t know what that says about me. also, why haven’t read every single book he has written?
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The walks across the park were not rituals of anticipation. The road bent west...
– Falling Man, Don DeLillo
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fuck this apartment and “great size for the price” and the entire bucket of water i came back to and two dead cfl lightbulbs in the bathroom and the gigantic dead waterbug on the bathroom floor and the fucking exterminator at 9 am on a saturday. and i’m being fucking passive aggressive and my stereo IS NOT dead and i’m blasting music and i left a stupid note on the door of...
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two months left in this year and i’m just waiting for something else to happen. or maybe i should just focus on the positive that happened this year?