I read like an open book with thousands of pages and plenty of pictures to compensate for large words. I am no enigma, kid. Not to you, only the self aware. Let's get lost in the pages.

I've seemed to have forgotten about this thing once again, though I have officially begun blogging @ breadnbutterblog.com
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ps, happy Winnie the Pooh day :]

THERE'S NO DOUBT ABOUT IT. I AM SAM WEIR.

Chris has decided to join the peace corps when he graduates college. He'll be applying in a month or so and would leave next summer for two years.

oh, bother.

I have one foot on the ground and very, very long legs.

Under the bridge, the eddy appeared just as you and I do today with your ebb and my flow.

What I want is right under my nose and miles away at the same time.

Well, I got accepted but because the Siena school received my transcript too late they could not award me the full scholarship. They did, however, award me 5,500 euros which is only 2,000-3,000 euros short. Despite their generosity, I had to regretfully decline because financial issues.  Everything happens for a reason, right ( Read more... )

This isn't what I want. This isn't what I want. This isn't what I want. This isn't what I want. This isn't what I want. This isn't what I want. This isn't what I want. This isn't what I want. This isn't what I want. This isn't what I want. This isn't what I want. This isn't what I want.

This is:


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As much as I love Miranda July I am a little bitter that she came just a few decades before I. What an ironic manifestation of  "You, and Me, and Everyone We Know". Post Modernism can't pay my bills.

Or can it!???

The lining of his car window made me think my eyes were suddenly turned into tiny video cameras, though I was snapped back into reality when breaking the silence he said, "We saw 'The Science of Sleep' together, too! Not that you made an impression on me or whatever." I can't recall what song was playing at the time, or I would clearly sketch the ( Read more... )