January 2009
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Dating Joe Rogan
(via dearoldlove)
You told me you’d stay if I’d eat a can of Spam, but relationships aren’t supposed to feel like Fear Factor.
Now hold your breath for twelve minutes.
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Brangelina’s moving into the neighborhood. I seriously hope they consider adopting me.
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Oh please, end yourself there. →
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Nope, I did not sit with Blake Lively. Though I hear she looked lovely.
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Andrew Bird was amazing live. He took off his shoes, played tons off the new album (which luckily I know), a few classics, and two encores. The band was great, the place was beautiful, etc. There were no shirts, but that’s okay. (Insert sad face here.) Eh, he more than made up for that. We sat in the tier just above the orchestra, behind a big, hairy couple that came late and left early...
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What Were the Chances - Damien Jurado.
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Doing me a favor.
Mom: You can't imagine what I just got off your floor.
Me: I was trying to make animals. Out of dust. With names, you know, if ever they get pulses.
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Vonnegut on writing fiction.
(via havent-got-a-prayer)
“Eight rules for writing fiction:
1. Use the time of a total stranger in such a way that he or she will not feel the time was wasted.
2. Give the reader at least one character he or she can root for.
3. Every character should want something, even if it is only a glass of water.
4. Every sentence must do one of two things — reveal character or advance the action.
5. Start...
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Why Does it Always Rain on Me? - Rufus Wainwright.
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Elliott Smith - Waltz #2
I’m...
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“I am going to marry my novels and have little short stories for children.”
– Jack Kerouac (via havent-got-a-prayer)
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Alas, Alike
(via dearoldlove)
You were my soulmate, twin, sexual mind-reader, alter-ego, and perfect equal. No wonder I had to leave.
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What's your name?
The second - and final - day of training was so much better than the first. I learned to make espresso, lattes, add chai, homemade soda, etc. All the hands-on stuff was a helluva lot cooler this time (i.e. less feeling cupcakes, more brewing drinks). I got my shirts (very cute, luckily), bandanna, and hat, too. Long day, but worthwhile.
My secret: It’s in making someone else happy,...
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The Biggest Lie - Elliott Smith.
It was...
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More training.
Yesterday was sort of painful, combining five or six hours of sleep with massive snow in Manhattan while searching for subway station after subway station with shitty luck. If I don’t already know the area, my sense of direction is crap. I exist well in a left-right kind of world. People who know me will tell you that my sense of geography never really took off. It’s like how I can be...
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Training.
I got officially hired as a full-time Crumbs employee yesterday! Training is tomorrow - not here on Long Island (where the new store is located) but in Manhattan.
No luck in finding the right used car, but hopefully I’m getting there.
The Wrestler is finally playing in town, so Aleks and I saw that this afternoon. Bloodbath, emotionally and literally. No, I will not be taking my father to...
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“10) Christopher Reeve and Robin Williams At Julliard, roomies Robin Williams and...”
– (via spareunderthemat)
I was literally just reading that. Beautiful.
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Irony.
Molly: It's bad luck to use somebody else's crutches.
Tara: Oh, I've been on crutches a lot.
Me: Maybe that's why.
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