February 2012
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My new boss is the king of very subtlely telling...
Season finale of Parenthood, bummerville, don’t make me wait for more
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Interview With The Champ.
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She says to me, Are you ever gonna start dating white girls again? I stumble and stammer over this, sounding like a remix. She proclaims I used to be more hip hop, more swagger, and I tell her I am hip hop like Spider-Man and Pabst Blue Ribbon, like pasta carbonara and ripped jeans. She laughs and calls me silly. I wear it like a merit badge.
She says to me, It must never...
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The new Now, Now album can now be listened to in its entirety on Spotify. My mood has improved drastically.
I wanna write Now, Now the biggest love letter.
I Always Wanted To Be Wes Anderson
dcpierson:
I’ve thought about Wes Anderson a lot lately.
I think there’s a trough, as your age becomes equidistant from Max Fischer and Steve Zissou, where it’s important that you act all better than Wes Anderson. At least, it seems to be an important rite of passage for most of my friends and contemporaries. It was probably most acute for people exactly my age (I’m twenty-seven) who were in...
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I’m a people hugger, trees are terrible at it.
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I worked a 12 hour day today and will be working a ton of overtime until late March. My new boss is a jerk that decided day one that I don’t do enough even though I’m always busy. I’m trying to stay positive, but it’s a little harder today. I’m exhausted and frustrated.
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Every acceptance speech for The Artist should’ve been mimed.
Sunday night means it’s almost Monday morning which means Brennan’s so bummed he refers to himself in the third person
The Rhymenocerous is victorious!
I went to a town an hour and a half away just to shop. End result: 3 books, 2 shirts. I’m not sure if the cost of gas is justified or not, but it’s nice to get away for a day, even when it’s not very far.
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I wasn’t feeling very manly after 50/50 made me so sad, so I started listening to old school Thrice. Now I’m punching holes in walls and drinking gasoline I squeezed out of a forklift with my bear hands (I ripped them off a bear with my bare hands)
I don’t think I’m man enough for movies like 50/50…
Not to say that it made me tear up a bit, but it did make my allergies flare up at moments oddly in sync with sad parts of the film….weird, and completely coincidental…
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These days when people learn that you enjoy reading, many respond as though it’s a concept they’re now hearing of for the first time. They feel the need to ask questions about it. I tend to find myself in these situations often.
“So, you read a lot?”
“Pretty often.”
“Huh…”
“I enjoy it.”
“Like Tom Sawyer?”
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There's comfort in the bottom of a swimming pool,...
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the woods [333w3c]
We searched near the house first, behind the shed, in the brush around the apple trees. Next, the water’s edge, the shallow banks, the beds of limestone. Wherever she was, she was well hidden. The week before she left, we knew her time had come. She spent a night in the rain, on her side, breathing heavily, could barely move. We picked her up and put her somewhere warm, where she could lie more...
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I worked 10 hours today, came home in a bad mood, parked my car in the garage, opened the door, then a long board fell right at my feet almost landing on my head.
Can’t win.
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As I Walked Out One Evening - WH Auden.
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As I walked out one evening, Walking down Bristol Street, The crowds upon the pavement Were fields of harvest wheat. And down by the brimming river I heard a lover sing Under an arch of the railway: ‘Love has no ending. ‘I’ll love you, dear, I’ll love you Till China and Africa meet, And the river jumps over the mountain And the salmon sing in the street, ‘I’ll love you...
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Today was a little irritating, I sang this chorus...
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