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It's 7:30, Friday night.
joe's lying on my bed with a pillow over his head.
He aparently didn't enjoy my romantic clarinet serenade.
I've eaten far too many gingerbread cookies today
We're listening to the violent femmes
well, I'm listening to the violent femmes
(joe still has the pillow over his head)
so, this is life.
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RabidFluffyFan: "some domestic dogs regularly vomit at the sight of a puppy, which should be recognized not as a sign of disapproval but as a social reflex"

there are no words.

"Short, rotund, and resembling a bulldog, Cleveland was his own man."

"Pershing was an iron-willed officer with a ramrod bearing, steely eyes, and a trim mustache."

It's sentences like these that make me love the US book.

"when you work here, you have to be O-K with being poked in the bum, and also, you have to be O-K with being locked in an oven for various lengths of time."

( so, fire )

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Tonight, on the subway, I glanced at a homeless man, and as I looked, I realized that I own the shirt he was wearing. This cannot be a good sign.

-I'm sick of the music I've been listening to lately, it's getting stale. Recomendations?
-I'm going to semi. I know, I know.
-But I really like my dress?

( Saturday )

I stole this from Ali ( Read more... )