Just bought this for my home. Excited.
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Y’all, I feel like she’s 37 years old wearing 51 (badly), dying inside (like certain kinds of dances around fires) to speak through you, a forest, if you weren’t so taken with sparks.
But she wasn’t given those words. She has not been told that she can definitely change the world. She knows some folks do, but not in convenience stores and NOT with lottery tickets.
So I finally ask’er what I been feelin’ the entire time I’ve been standin’ there still getting’ scared like I do sometimes, really (REALLY) ready to drive, I ask…
“Is this it for you? Is this all you’ll ever do?”
Her smile
collapsed.
That tightly strapped-in pasty skin
went loose.
Her heart
fell crooked.
She said,
(not knowing my real name)
“I can tell, buddy, by the Mini Thins and the way ya drive,
That we’re both taken with novelty.
We’ve both believed in mean gods.
We both spend our money on things that break too easily like… people.
And I can tell that ya think you’ve had it rough,
So especially you should know:
It’s what I do -
I dream
I get high sometimes.
And I’m gonna roll outta here one day.
I just might not get to drive.I love Buddy Wakefield. If you ever get a chance to see him live, you’ve gotta do it. He’ll blow your mind.
Indeed! Need to build a time machine and go back to his tour with Ani Difranco! Those two are tied for most endearing nervous laughter in the world.
Is he still with Strange Famous?
I'm just going to go ahead and put this stuff in every cup of coffee I drink every day forever.
I almost never have more than ten cups a day. So I probably won’t be popping out any flipper babies or anything. Right?
i just started swinging and kept punching until that motherfucker was just dust
Encouraging phone conversation I had with my mom when I was in college and terribly depressed, right before I dropped out.
- Me: . . . and every day all the things I thought were possible, all the things I thought were going to work out, just . . . don't. Every day nothing works out right. And I just get sadder and sadder.
- Mom: Well you're going to have to get used to that. That's just what it means to be a grownup.
Seriously though, guys. Did I really spend twenty-four of my hard-earned dollars on this shirt?
Maple seeds? Helicopters?
I am twenty-four years old. This year it occurred to me that maybe “helicopter” is not the scientific name for the papery, fluttering maple seeds that spin down from trees and wait on the ground to be stuck to the noses of children.
At some point in my childhood my mom must have said, “oh look at the helicopters flying down!” and I just stuck one on my nose and never questioned it.
So we came in fourth place. Out of four teams. And I fell during our team introduction. While my name was being announced. In front of hundreds of people. And in the second half I hit the floor so hard I peed my panties. In front of hundreds of people. All that really matters is that we had fun, we held it together and played like a team.
But I really, really wanted to win. I wanted to mash those bitches’ faces into the track. I wanted to see them cry.
At least at the end of the bout we rushed the other team’s bench and had a massive spanking/tickling/kissing fight.
We’ll get ‘em next year.
I don’t think I’m going to do Halloween this year. I just … I don’t know. I don’t think I want to do it.
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