February 2012
5 posts
I'm only posting this here so I remember to...
Erica: Peter also wanted to make t-shirts that say “I’m only here because I have to be”, but then I told him I’d wear that way too much.
Me: I’d wear it 24/7. All day erry day. Even to bed. Especially to bed.
Erica: Mine would say “I have no choice”.
Me: Mine would say “oh god why”.
filipethedinosaur asked: Dear Claire, Filipe would like to know if you will be his valentine. And join his cult. I already told him you are in the cult. Transcribed by Sam
December 2011
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May 2010
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I Just Tried to Ford the Platte and All My Oxen...
It’s a horrible thing to wake up and realize you’re in Nebraska.
Such was the case this morning, as I found myself in the AmericInn Lodge in Sidney, a small town 60 miles from the Wyoming-Nebraska border. Behind me, the flat nothingness of Nebraska stretched eastward for 400 miles. I had driven through it the prior evening, much to my dismay. Endless brown farmland under grey skies was home to...
April 2010
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“Here is my attitude. I think people passing a law against people wearing sagging...”
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February 2010
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“I could close my eyes and tell you just...
December 2009
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July 2009
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“08/14/1015h. Rested, rehydrated. No Native Companion along to ask embarrassing...”
– From “Getting Away From Already Pretty Much Being Away From It All”, in David Foster Wallace’s A Supposedly Fun Thing I’ll Never Do Again. Covering the Illinois State Fair for Harper’s Magazine, he is mistaken by a group of old ladies for a reporter from Harper’s...
Watchand Part Three. Bought both their CDs today; they are good.
“Sweet Talk” — Dear and the Headlights
June 2009
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“Or maybe that even the mere possibility of expressing any of this childish...”
– from “Mister Squishy”, in David Foster Wallace’s Oblivion.
May 2009
3 posts
Followup to Adorable Anecdote
So after our lovely afternoon of cleaning closets and finding precious memorabilia, my mom and I sit down to a lovely dinner at Bertucci’s, where we proceed to discuss how cute I was as a young’n. My mom then professes, “I miss being a mommy to a little girl,” gets all sentimental and starry-eyed, and says, “I can’t wait for you to have kids!” Seeing my...
Loose Teeth
When I was wee, my parents, like many others, pretended to be the “tooth fairy” every time I lost a tooth. Eventually, I became skeptical and left a few notes for this “tooth fairy”. She (my parents) responded that her name was Sapphire, and, thank you for asking, she wore a Blue dress. While cleaning my closet, I recently found an envelope with my collected notes...
March 2009
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February 2009
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My Birth Tree... So Accurate. (Coincidentally, one...
Your birth tree is
Lime Tree, the Doubt
Accepts what life dishes out in a composed way, hates fighting, stress and labour, tends to laziness and idleness, soft and relenting, makes sacrifices for friends, many talents but not tenacious enough to make them blossom, often wailing and complaining, very jealous, loyal.
