So why don't you tell me the story of your life.
The story of my life isn't even gonna get us out of Chicago.

I finished The Prestige today and now I have that somewhat depressed feeling that always accompanies ending a good book. Of course it's rewarding to reach the end, but I love being in the midst of a good book, knowing it's waiting for me to return to it, being fully immersed in it and having all of those future pages to look forward to. Once it's ( Read more... )

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Dear friends ( Read more... )

Public apology for being a non-existent friend lately:

I'm sorry.

I won't go into the hows or whys of what's kept me from talking to anyone this past month or two, because all that really matters is that I'm sorry and I'm not trying to make you all hate or forget about me. But also that I'm sorry it probably won't be any better for a couple more ( Read more... )

He's staying.
He's staying.
He's staying.
He's staying.
He's staying.

If you go away
I don't think
I will survive

I stayed up one night last semester and watched this obscure indie film, a bunch of unknown actors, about a guy basically walking around droopily mourning something we don't yet know about, and is purposefully alluded to in an obscure manner. We eventually find he's homosexual, and are somewhat led to believe he's experienced a breakup and has his ( Read more... )

Because I am using every tactic possible to not write this story ( Read more... )

The Game ( Read more... )