Andrew Bird and Man Man on October 10th and 11th respectively...

WITH LISA.

After nearly twenty years of living, I never once imagined an instance where I would have an identity crisis over a pair of fucking shoes. Ever since I was thirteen, I always envisioned my parents dressing me in ill suited clothes and other knick knacks that would hopefully shape me into a respectable human being, doctor, or concert pianist. After ( Read more... )

I am going to try to start a collection of short stories that revolve around the dorm life. This is to give you a better understanding of the UMass dormitories, shared housing, and Me, since I don't write here as often as I should. I am not only doing this because of my sudden revelation on how everyone does not know my "status" (a reference to ( Read more... )

I'm worried about my two Exams. I'm stressed out. So I stumbled and I found this:

You’ve just turned 82. You are still beautiful, graceful and desirable. We’ve lived together now for 58 years and I love you more than ever.

Just listen to "Hoppipolla" by Sigur Ros while reading this and you'll just feel nice.

I HAVE SOLVED THE IMPOSSIBLE.

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I'm glad I made it this far.

Again? Once again you tempt me to type? What outlandish and abominable things are for me to follow through these death black keys? (Squeeze strange sounding sigh [Oh, the Alliteration!] here) I wish I could convey my emotions more conventionally. Sadly, this onerous labor is beautifully and furtively covered. But how does one travel incognito and ( Read more... )

It's not a Goodbye.
It's a See You Later.