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Someday, people will want to compose epic ballads about
my life. When they finally get down to it, I figured a blog like this one would make good reference material.


Perhaps, in the extravagance
of youth, we give away our
devotions easily and all but
arbitrarily, on the mistaken
assumption that we’ll always
have more to give."
- Michael Cunningham




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Sunday, June 22, 2008

um,

My personality type: the analytical thinker analytical thinker, apparently. a strange title, but the description is not entirely inaccurate.

take the (personality) test :D

Monday, June 16, 2008

i am not your imaginary friend.

occasionally a knife is required to teach that living in dissatisfaction with someone is always a better place than having tea at solitude's.

im praying you will make it through the lesson unscathed,


Sunday, June 8, 2008

giraffes are epic

"Listen up!
Let's say you drink too much strawberry milk, and have to use the bathroom in the middle of the night.
But it's cold outside your bed.
You don't want to get up, but the urge to urinate is just too strong!
You make up your mind to go!
You run to the bathroom, stand in front of the toilet, and let loose!
You think that all your life has led to this moment!
But then you realize!
It isn't the bathroom, you're still in bed!
That feeling of lukewarm wetness spreads like wildfire!
But you don't stop! You can't stop!
That's what I'm talking about!
THAT'S THE TRUTH OF THE STRAWBERRY MILK!
DO YOU GET IT!?"
...
silently laments loss of maid while folding own blanket