February 2012
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Feb 29th
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Feb 29th
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Feb 29th
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One day I just woke up. The wolves were all there. Inside the piano. Underneath the stairs.
Feb 29th
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Feb 28th
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Feb 28th
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Feb 28th
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I looked ahead to the open road thought about the people and what they know and wrote a book called People Don’t Know Nothing.
Feb 28th
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Feb 26th
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lifeofaconforminghippie asked: Hey there, there isn't a possibility that you would be attending State Patty's day would you? =D
Feb 26th
Anonymous asked: What are some books that you recommend reading? I'm in need of some new material.
Feb 25th
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Feb 24th
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When all I ever meant to do was keep you. There’s a bend in the wind and it rakes at my heart.
Feb 24th
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benefits of dating me you’ll be dating me I could go on but I think I’ve made my point
Feb 24th
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Feb 23rd
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So, if you put your URL in here, you can listen to... →
Feb 23rd
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Feb 23rd
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This kid sitting in front of me in the library is rocking out so hard to Nickelback right now.
Feb 22nd
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Feb 22nd
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: But there's this way he drums his fingers on the table. Not even like really drumming. More like in-wa between drumming and like this scratching, picking, the way you see somebody picking at dead skin. And without any kind of rhythm, see, constant and never-stopping but with no kind of rhythm you could grab onto and follow and stand. Totally like whacked, in sane. Like the kind of sounds you can imagine a girl hears in her head right before she kills her whole family because somebody took the last bit of peanut butter or something. You know what I'm saying? So yeah, yes, OK, the short answer is when he wouldn't quit with the drumming at supper I sort of poked him with my fork. Sort of. I could see how maybe somebody could have thought I sort of stabbed him. I offered to get the fork out, though. Let me just say I'm ready to make amends at like anytime. For my part in it. I'm owning my part in it is what I'm saying. Can I ask am I going to get Restricted for this? Cause I have this Overnight tomorrow that Gene he approved already in the Overnight Log. If you want to look. But I'm not trying to get out of owning my part of the, like, occurrence. If my Higher Power who I choose to call God works through you saying I've got some kind of a punishment due, I won't try to get out of a punishment. If I've got one due. I just wanted to ask. Did I mention I'm grateful to be here?
: So I'm sitting there waiting for my meatloaf to cool and suddenly there's a simply sphincter-loosening shriek and here's Nell in the air with a steak-fork, positively aloft, leaping across the table, in flight, horizontal, I mean Pat the girl's body is literally parallel to the surface of the table, hurling herself at me, with this upraised fork, shrieking something about the sound of peanut butter. I mean my God. Gately and Diehl had to pull the fork out of my hand and the tabletop both. To give you an idea. Of the savagery. Don't even ask me about the pain. Let's don't even get into that, I assure you. They offered me Percocet at the emergency room, is all I'll say about the levels of pain involved. I told them I was in recovery and powerless over narcotics of any sort. Please don't even ask me how moved they were at my courage if you don't want me to get weepy. This whole experience has me right on the edge of a complete hysterical fit. So but yes, guilty, I may very well have been tapping on the table. Excuse me for occupying space. And then she ever so magnanimously says she'll apologize if I will. Well come again I said? Come again? I mean my God. I'm sitting there attached to the table by tines. I know bashing, Pat, and this was unabashed bashing at its most fascist. I respectfully ask that she be kicked out of here on her enormous rear-end. Let her go back to whatever fork-wielding district she came from, with her Hefty bag full of gauche clothes. Honestly I know part of this process is learning to live in a community. To give and take, to let go of personality issues, turn them over. Et cetera. But is it not also supposed to be and here I quote the handbook of a safe and nurturing environment? I have seldom felt less nurtured than I did impaled on that table I have to say.
Feb 22nd
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Feb 21st
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HEY someone do my homework for me, please? No? Okay. I’ll just continue to sit here then.
Feb 21st
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Feb 20th
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So this is where I am: inside. The longer that my eyes are open, the more walls go up around me. I used to have plenty of room but those walls build up and close in and all I can do is sit here. There’s no space to move and there’s no space to stretch and there’s no space to breathe and all I can do is sit and I can’t sit forever. Why do my walls come without doors? I just...
Feb 20th
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Feb 20th
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Feb 20th
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“You can’t just make me different and then leave. You can’t. You can’t change me...”
– Looking For Alaska
Feb 20th
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Feb 20th
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Feb 20th
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Feb 20th
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friend: you can't just judge someone from what music they like
me: yes I can
Feb 20th
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mumblinandfumblin: This is my roommate GREG and I singing a song we both really really like. Very much like. OOH LA LA by the Faces Call us for your next goddamned bonfire. You bring the mallows, we’ll bring the John Mayer. A-HA JUST KIDDING…
Feb 19th
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Feb 19th
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“If I don’t talk I think. It’s too late in life for me to start thinking. I could...”
– Out of the Past  (1947)
Feb 19th
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Feb 19th
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There is a boy at my school who I see sometimes and a lot of those times I think he looks like John Green. Especially the hair, it’s always so puffy. I have to refrain myself from asking him if he’s super stressed out cause he’d probably look at me like I’m crazy and then walk away forever.
Feb 18th
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Feb 18th
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So, like, how does laying around and drinking teas and watching Rushmore sound to you? Cause it sounds good to me.
Feb 18th
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Feb 18th
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Feb 18th
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Still whispering: ‘You ain’t here.These fuckers are metal. Us - us that are real - there’s not many - they’re fooling us. We’re all in one room. The real ones. One room all the time. Everything’s pro-jected. They can do it with machines. They pro-ject. To fool us. The pictures on the walls change so’s we think we’re going places. Here and there, this...
Feb 17th
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Feb 16th
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Allie and I are having trouble deciding what marathon we should have on this rainy Thursday afternoon so we need your help: Arrested Development or Harry Potter. Obligatory question mark?
Feb 16th
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Feb 15th
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Feb 15th
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Feb 15th
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Feb 14th
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Must. Go. To. Bonnaroo.
Feb 14th
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Feb 14th
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Feb 14th
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