January 2012
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I plan on spending this last night of 2011 the same way I spent many other nights in 2011: I don’t remember.
December 2011
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“My friend told me he no longer likes the Black Keys because they’re...”
– Haven’t we been complaining about a lack of taste-worthy music on MTV for like a decade now? Once you kids get your cake you decide you want ice cream instead.
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Through the surrender of the swollen eyes do we find the way of the wind.
Anonymous asked: You're a great man.
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So, who else is anxious about the upcoming year?
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want to know where to find a good laugh?
Log into your old myspace account.
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At any given moment, somebody is turning their night into a makeshift confessional through music or something subjective at his or her’s disposal. This is where I mourn for my freezer’s lack of ice cream and remain baffled by the sleet pouring outside my window, where only a few days ago it was rainy, muddy, and disgustingly humid. These Decembers are starting to worry me.
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“Chloe in the afternoon…”
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Talking bears, surfing, an accomplishment with years of invested time, a bright yellow jeep, and nothing but roughhousing, good times, and endless adventure. I don’t think there was any time at all to sleep during this dream.
Of course, when I woke up to screeching car brakes and nasty weather outside of my window, the dream was left locked deep down in the trenches of my imagination, and...
“What’s up?”
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Jogging to the sounds of SBTRKT on the kind of breezy day where the clouds are suspiciously absent is the kind of Wednesday I had in mind.
“The oldest records are the boldest records.”
I have defied the hipster quota
Bye bye, beard!
I should probably calm down on the eating for...
After this giant bowl of ice cream, anyway…
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I can’t wait until I move out of this fucking city.
“My Facebook Wall is currently either a paternity utopia or the next episode of...”
– Or: A lot my old classmates and friends are preggers.
“Coffee and ice cream and coffee.”
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to feel a hunger through the heart
boiling points in the bloodline
ignite
a fuming red pulse
through the veins
in and out and in again
out and back right through again —
the passing of a new beat for the soul to wrap itself around.
“I need a second job. Somebody hire me as their shoe buffer.”
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Loosen the kinks, fill the voids, and keep your eye on the prize.
anybody in new orleans in need of a roomie next...
I’m looking to relocate in time for the fall semester next year and my lease ends in May. I clean and can cook fantastic dinners!
Keep an ear open please!
underpantz asked: hi i really really like your blog.
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Finances can teach you a thing or two about your peers.
“hopping a train to st. elsewhere.”