February 2012
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“Irony is about contradictions that do not resolve into larger wholes, even...”
– Donna Harraway, killing it
wellalright:
it must suck when banksy goes out on dates. because he can’t use that at all.
“you like art? yeah…yeah i like art too…”
Ugh Chinese food is like its own Antabuse.
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How Was Your Weekend
(journal excerpt)
Please believe me, I know this is stupid.
More of the old story. No place to come home to. That’s what makes you crazy, you know. The basic grounding of meaning in a few things, the meaning of which isn’t inherent in them: that’s what makes you a human being. I don’t have it. My web is tangled, has nothing to attach to. In a door frame, and the door...
“Dude we are friends but you need to stop talking to me about your poop.”
Sometimes you have to set boundaries.
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I feel that I’m beginning to understand how possible, how close, how achievable it is to go through life not saying anything to anyone, enveloped and lubricated by white noise. Like a puck on an air hockey table, not touching anything.
These human bodies: Are they our real lives, or do they have nothing to do with our real lives? Where is the real work done?
Today I sat on a bench in the...
There’s only two types: The children of Israel and them that ain’t.
Relevant re: all of our lives.
I am so sorry that I am not posting more these days. My only explanation is that most of my free time is currently spent sitting in my chair with my cat saying “what am I doing. What am I doing” repeatedly.
Oh god. I know that I’m 21 and this is supposed to be my slutty phase, but I need training wheels, guys. Maybe I missed my true calling as a bonobo?
"There are not enough hours in my day to...
-Facebook statuses I would post if I was terminal with cancer
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This is a story about every relationship I have...
Of course, he sees her in the coffee shop where he had sat thinking of her, one way or another (Will she? Does she? Why didn’t she?) for months. Here they had stared over the rims of their mugs at each other, their eyes like milk, full moons, or the eyes of some cow-moon goddess he was sure he had read was worshipped in India. Now she is here like Kali, destroyer of men, eater of souls,...
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When I’m drunk, I tend to talk about myself as if the other person and I were mutual friends of me, waiting for me to get back from the grocery store, or talking on the couch while yelling upstairs to me “Hurry up! Your mascara looks fine, we promise.”
sid: yes, you are brilliant, do you really need me to say it?
me: no
i am SELF SUFFICIENT
she said as she checked fb again
i haaaaaaaaaaaaaate him
he's an idiot
why do i even care
HE WEARS A UTILITY BELT
oh my god
my life
dear god my life
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Things I texted Jamie this week
She’s like the Sarah Palin of anthro club
This is my rock bottom. I don’t know how it could get worse. I start selling organs that I have two of? I find out I was a hermaphrodite that my parents decided to render female surgically at birth? I start a campaign to legalize the worship of Ru Paul in public schools?
I AM THE SADNESS OF RAY CHARLES EMBODIED IN A HUMAN BEING
I’m...
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