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[nosiridonlikeit]

And now I am living out my life in my corner, taunting myself with the spiteful and utterly futile consolation that it is even impossible for an intelligent man seriously to become anything, and only fools become something

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[peoplesyak]

Dear Mr. Dostoevsky,

I think you're wrong.

I hope one day to prove it to you.

Respectfully,

Andrew

[greenfuse]

Bill,

If you never appear again, I will understand. However, the same wise, good man once said about Albany...

Here is the end of the world, an anchorage, a peaceful haven, the central point of the Earth, the three fishes on which the world is based, the essence of pancakes, or rich pies, of the evening samovar, of soft sighs and warm jackets and warm stoves to lie on- just as if you were dead and yet still alive.

I'm so completely clear about everything lately. That's pretty much all I needed to tell you over winter break. That and 2-3 crazy stories. Anyway, I am going to go sleep for the rest of my life/try to find Emily Axford. I hope your life is... lifelike.

Sincerely, Caitlin, esq.

[anonymous]

Dear Bill,

I was thinking today that the next time we see one another, we should have some sort of a day in which we spend all day doing things that one or both of us normally makes fun of. So, for instance, we might get chai lattes at starbucks, try and fail at doing skate tricks with seventh graders outside of the Delaware Plaza, shop for cell phone cases, go to dinner with the Eckels, and do crack. I was going to add "giving in to The Man" to that list but that's not even something to joke about. Also we couldn't be facetious about it, that would be a rule. Now that I think about it, a lot of our days are exactly like I proposed. Whatever. The point is I'm sending you a REALLY TRIPPY postcard from HAIGHT ASHBURY. You should send me a postcard that says embarassing things on it because I work at the Mail Room and we read the postcards out loud during my shift. Also, I joined a softball team.

With love and sincerity, your friend, Caitlin, esq. (that means I own a horse!)

[greenfuse]

I wrote back to you but on my own journal.
- Sidecar

[greenfuse]

Bitch, I called you AND drunk dialed you. I might have yelled something abou Percocet and "bffl."