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Saturday, 11 April 2009

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    A Bird Flies Out
    By Deb Talan
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    Stalling From Paper Writing

    Adorably awkward statements of my affection for the dude:
    My collection of Liz Phair music has left me unprepared for a happy relationship.
    You made me the best sandwich I've had in a long time.
    You and your need for commitment are adorable, even though it terrifies me.
    I don't regret the poor decisions I've made with you.
    I drunk-dialed you when I was trapped in the curtain and couldn't escape.
    You don't judge my obscenely folk-y taste in music.
    You bought me barbecue and that's fuggin' cute.
    I have a Tori Amos song that reminds me of you (and it's not about rape!)

Monday, 21 July 2008

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    The Second E.P.
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    My New Friend

     This is my new canine buddy, while I'm out here in the 'Rado. 

    He's much cuter in person, I swear.

    His name is Miklo, but I also like to call him by his new nicknames, including Mr. Furpants, HippoHead, and my favorite, Nacho Ears (because his ears look exactly like soft, furry Doritos).  Best of all, Ol' Nacho Ears is a Shar-Pei.  So, he's ridiculously wrinkly to begin with, and then, on top of that, Shar-Peis have a distinctive smell, which is frequently described as "cornchip-like."  Most hilarious dogs ever.

    Miklo and I also have a very special schedule.  He wakes up my sister at five in the morning, goes out, goes back to sleep on his blanket while my sister gets ready for work, and then, when my sister leaves for work, he comes over and curls up on the couch next to me.  On the one hand, it's totally adorable; on the other hand, he tends to spread out and leave me curled up in a corner.  Around eleven, after we both get up, he tells me that it's time for a walk by licking my knee.  We walk around, and then he is so tired he has to go nap until my sister comes home.  So, essentially, our entire relationship is based on sleeping.   Not a bad basis, really.

Monday, 07 July 2008

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    Neptune City
    By Nicole Atkins
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    6 Signs That Your Traveling Companion Has No Soul

    1.  She doesn't understand why nice, normal, soul-having people do nice things for people.
    2.  She sleeps with that guy everyone calls "Creepy Dave."  And tries to tell you about it.  In detail.  
    3.  She hopes the adorable baby on your train would die.  Not because he's crying or screaming.  Because he's playing pattycake too loudly.
    4.  She steals your food.
    5.  She yells at a nun - a nun who saw her sitting on a bench outside the church and asked her if she wanted to come inside where it was warm.
    6.  She kills baby unicorns.

Wednesday, 04 June 2008

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    The Naked Civil Servant
    By John Hurt, Liz Gebhardt, Patricia Hodge, Stanley Lebor, Katherine Schofield
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    Funny Europe Stories Eventually

    I've been playing Wii Boxing a lot lately.  Like a couple hours a day, a lot.  I'm absurdly good at it, for an uncoordinated, half-pacifist, and jaysus, it's so fun.  Although, I'm secretly beginning to think I like it so much because it makes me feel like Buffy.  If they could work in some kickboxing, nineties music, or a foxy English mentor, it'd be perfect.

    I hate working on my resume.  I hate job applications.

    Mike Doughty and his music are currently rocking my world.  He's an awesome musician and he also falls into that category of creative, smart, nerdy guys.  And his lyrics have words I don't know, which---new vocabulary equals the quickest way to my heart.  So, despite the fact that he's really kind of unattractive, I have a crush on him.

    Shit.  Mormons prowling my neighborhood.  Time to go. 

Wednesday, 12 March 2008