December 2010
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What I did when I skipped your party last night:
Read my sewing machine manual.
Threaded said sewing machine and practiced various stitches.
Made a janky felt sash, a janky felt hat, and a janky felt drawstring bag.
Made plans to take an intro to sewing class in January.
Made peanut butter balls.
Giggled, more than once, over “balls.”
Styled a wig.
Wipe Your Feet: One-Sentence Movie Reviews →
tesslynch:
The Kids are All Right: So much less than the sum of its parts that it felt like a Lifetime movie, except in a Lifetime movie maybe someone would have justified the fact that one of the couple’s children is named “Laser.”
I FEEL AS THOUGH I HAVE BEEN VINDICATED BY TESS LYNCH. Because Internet trusts her opinion way more than mine, and also she is way better at being concise (you...
Top Five Dumb Things I Said Out Loud to Myself While Writing This Stupid Paper
What the fuck you got to say about motor-homes, Relph?!
Liminal, aluminum. Liminal, aluminum.
Mama says they was magic footnotes.
If experience makes meaning of place, and writing makes meaning of experience, then writing about writing about place makes meaning of my butt.
Oh, Elisabeth.
AM NOT ON INTERNET. AM WORKING V. V. HARD ON END-OF-SEMESTER PORTFOLIOS.
But If I was on the internet (again, totally am not), I would show you this picture of my dead literary boyfriend, Mr. Winfried Georg Maximilian Sebald.
I LIKE THE WAY YOUR EYEBROWS PLAY OFF YOUR MOUSTACHE, MAX.
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these are the ties that bind
brother: The Rock is my second favorite action movie, after the Fifth Element. fyi
me: i have never even seen the fifth element!
brother: ...
me: also i think i like face/off better than the rock. SORRRRRRY
brother: Face/Off is crazy good; however, in terms of memorable one-liners, it does not compete with the Rock. It does not fuck prom queens, and it does not take pleasure in gutting you, boy.
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One Yam →
I decided I wanted a yam with dinner earlier, put it in the oven and got some stuff done. I then remembered I was hungry as what, made a real dinner and forgot about my poor yam. It’s got about 10 minutes left to cook so it’ll be perfect if you’d like to come pick it up, use it as an appetizer or on the go meal as it’s already wrapped in foil. Mouth + Hand = Yam
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I had a dream U2 was coming to town, and somehow my graduate class was granted special access to tickets, and one particular student was given three “all-access passes” to distribute to “friends.” In the dream, I was torn between my desire to have all-access to U2, and my strong dislike of the pass-wielder. I did not want to suck up to this person, but I also did not want...