I didn't know the family. All I knew of them was me wanting to live like them, near the bar, near the restaurant they owned in front of Saguijo, where the boy would play piano and the man made me a sandwich even though they were closing. All I know, really, is that time I wanted ice cream and they had pistachio. I'd never tried pistachio and the ( Read more... )

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"I just had a moment of clarity, you know, I woke up. It's like... you know when you have an orgasm on your own? You know, you're sort of lying on the sofa watching some porn movie you bought on a drunken lonely night in Soho, and you're lying there and everything's going really great, you're getting really turned on by these absurdly graphic ( Read more... )

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You know what I don't like about family reunions? Irrelevant, out-of-touch aunts giving you advice on how to live your life so you can be as "successful" as them, as if you didn't think about whatever life plan you have properly . It's even more irritating because they're not successful at all and should be the last people in the world anyone asks ( Read more... )

I sort of feel bad for tending to this at the very last minute and not being psyched for graduation and the graduation rituals. I guess that's an offshoot of taking a fifth year. Anyway, I put this together while waiting for class:

The dilemma of the yearbook write-up: what do you do with twenty lines?

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