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Flotsam/Jetsam: 04/2009
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Because I know the feeling, even if I don't feel it now. IT'S RAINING IN LOVE. I don't know what it is,. But I distrust myself. When I start to like a girl. 160; a lot. It makes me nervous. I don't say the right things. Or perhaps I start. 160; to examine,. 160; evaluate,. 160; compute. 160; what I am saying. If I say, "Do you think it's going to rain? And she says, "I don't know,". I start thinking: Does she really like me? I get a little creepy. . That reads, '...
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Flotsam/Jetsam
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But nineteen, twenty years behind. Dreams of early-90s fast food. With Mom and Dad and Megan. The smell of smoke. Life in the Woods. Across the street that was actually a road. Our dogs Lizzie(.) and Brandy. Chip and Dip Parties. Waffles at the Log. All of this comes back (forward, really- catching up to me). As I fill my truck with three-and-a-half dollar fuel. Pouring my paycheck into my gastank),. And stare at the traffic light down the block. And work, and work, and work. View my complete profile.
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Flotsam/Jetsam: 01/2010
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I write things sometimes. And sometimes I don't completely hate what I've just written. But given some time apart, my writings and I generally don't get along too well upon reunion. That is, I can't stand roughly 90% of the things I've written once I've successfully separated myself from the process of writing them. So you can imagine how nice it is to come across some old stuff, re-read it, and still like the way it sounds. Below is a story I wrote almost two years ago. I still don't hate it. He heard a...
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Flotsam/Jetsam: 07/2009
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It's becoming clearer and clearer. That most of the girls I really give a shit about. Don't really give a shit about me. Which isn't to say that they aren't kind. Or that they don't care about me. Most of them are. And most of them do. But come on,. I'm not looking for kindness and caring. We all know that. Tomorrow morning, I will begin driving back to Washington from Georgia. 10 days, 9 nights on the road. To check out a map of my basic route- all the major overnight stops, none of the minor details.
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Flotsam/Jetsam: 03/2011
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But nineteen, twenty years behind. Dreams of early-90s fast food. With Mom and Dad and Megan. The smell of smoke. Life in the Woods. Across the street that was actually a road. Our dogs Lizzie(.) and Brandy. Chip and Dip Parties. Waffles at the Log. All of this comes back (forward, really- catching up to me). As I fill my truck with three-and-a-half dollar fuel. Pouring my paycheck into my gastank),. And stare at the traffic light down the block. And work, and work, and work. Early evening reality check.
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Flotsam/Jetsam: 02/2010
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Receive a $154 speeding ticket in the City of Seattle. Keep pace with the normal flow of mid-afternoon Aurora Bridge traffic. Repeat said pace-keeping frequently for several years. On some otherwise ordinary Friday, notice asshole cop in your rear-view mirror, lights ablaze. Kindly pull onto side street. Be told that you were doing "51 in a 40". Be issued bullshit citation. Covertly issue asshole cop middle finger as he drives away. Avoid being disappointed by human beings. The Allure of Crashing. I've c...
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Flotsam/Jetsam: 11/2011
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If you stayed up this late playing Yahoo! Pyramids with iTunes on shuffle, you'd eventually get sad too. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Read what I read. The End Of Cinema. One Million Bones Trailer. Metro Classics - Seattle's 4th (or 5th) Most Popular Repertory Film Series. Stuff That Insists On Being Looked At. All God's Critters Got Rhythm. Remember What Descartes Thought of Animals? This Lizard is WIP. Steps To Getting Really Creeped Out. F/J HAS A POSSE.
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Flotsam/Jetsam: Early evening reality check.
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Early evening reality check. Oh fuck, I have to go the library! I don't think I have time to do laundry. I won't do it. I'll do it tonight. Food, at some point. What A. Thrill. We need toilet paper. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Read what I read. The End Of Cinema. One Million Bones Trailer. Metro Classics - Seattle's 4th (or 5th) Most Popular Repertory Film Series. Stuff That Insists On Being Looked At. All God's Critters Got Rhythm. This Lizard is WIP. F/J HAS A POSSE.
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Flotsam/Jetsam: If you stayed up this late playing Yahoo! Pyramids with iTunes on shuffle, you'd eventually get sad too.
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If you stayed up this late playing Yahoo! Pyramids with iTunes on shuffle, you'd eventually get sad too. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Read what I read. The End Of Cinema. One Million Bones Trailer. Metro Classics - Seattle's 4th (or 5th) Most Popular Repertory Film Series. Stuff That Insists On Being Looked At. All God's Critters Got Rhythm. Remember What Descartes Thought of Animals? This Lizard is WIP. Steps To Getting Really Creeped Out. F/J HAS A POSSE.
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Flotsam/Jetsam: 06/2010
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My sister Megan and I made a little daytrip. To Charleston on Sunday. We were excited. We bought tickets to attend the Spoleto. Festival finale that night. We ate a delicious brunch at the Hominy Grill. We saw The A-Team. On a giant screen. We happily explored our (Savannah's) sister city. We sweated. Like mad. Then we crossed the bridge to Mount Pleasant, on our way to Whole Foods for some Spoleto. Finale snacks. And it was then that an otherwise successful day went horribly awry. Megan called her insur...
