I'm going to Morocco and Germany this summer.  If you want a postcard from Casablanca or Munich (maybe even from Vienna or Swtizerland, cross your fingers) gimme your address and I promise I'll send you one.  If you don't want to post it all public-like you can send it to my email address: butidonotneedkindness@yahoo.com.  That's "But I do not need ( Read more... )

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Right now I don't want to do anything except drink beer and listen to music.  Instead, I have to write a paper about the novel The Tiller of Waters and more importantly I have to dwell on this summer and the coming fall.  June 10th I leave for Morocco for a month.  Salaam Haleikum, bitches.  But then the rest of the summer is a big blah with ( Read more... )

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This is pretty much what you can expect when we hang out. Somebody's goofing off, somebody's calling somebody else to come join us, and somebody is talking shit about somebody else.

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Last night was my dad's 46th birthday. At dinner he told me about how he hung out with this running club that calls itself a drinking club with a running problem and how they have all these off-color songs that they sing. He told me that when we left the restaurant he'd tell me the song they sang at the end of their meeting thing. Oh, Dad, please ( Read more... )

I was naked, bent over the bed, half-leaning half-lying, and very confused. Jessica's laughter woke me up ( Read more... )

I had two midterms yesterday, one for my shitty online anthro. class and one for my modern Middle East history class. I think I did pretty well so I was in a good mood for the rest of the day. When this happens I usually get nostalgic so when I got home I hunted around for my old Strokes cd. I also listened to the White Stripes and Rilo Kiley. ( Read more... )

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