Contractual Obligations

My apostraphe has broken off the exceedingly cheap keyboard on the
otherwise nice laptop my parents handed down to me. It still works but
it requires me to powersmash it to make if register. No more plurals
or contractions from me, I guess.

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stop staring at me

It occured to me last night that the main reason why I have so much
trouble conveying what excites me sexually is the fear that they've
heard it all before.

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#68 Divorce « Stuff White People Like

http://stuffwhitepeoplelike.wordpress.com/2008/02/15/68-divorce/

I found this to be a useful and informative resource.

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Grinderman

I’m going to grow a moustache exactly like that.

enroute

Cara drove me to the megabus, and there were no tears from her this
time, at least not in front of me. I probably love her more than all
the others, but not cutting her off after the breakup in 2005 is
probably the worst sin ive ever committed against another human. She
NEEDS me, and I am psychologically and emotionally incapable of
dealing with it outside of trying to cater to her. I think of her as
being one of the most selflessly kind and generous people I've ever
known, but on the flipside she's got a boyfriend too, so imagine how
he would feel were he not utterly clueless

On the bus they're showing a telesync (an illegal rip of a movie made
by placing some sort of capture device in front of the filmstock) of
that horrible looking movie with Katie Holmes and Queen Latifah as
bankrobbers. I wouldn't care if the scratchy and distorted audio were
not coming in through the bus speakers at a timbre that seems to be
overriding whatever frequency by iPod is playing at no matter how loud
I turn up Hunky Dory.

When I called Sarah she sounded sketchy and distracted about seeing me
tonight. It wouldn't surprise me if my returning to Indy would be
enough for her to go find someone else.

we were so turned on
in the mind-warp pavillion

I don't know. I hope I don't have to be alone tonight, I'm feeling
more fragile than usual.

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disservices

It has occured to me of late that I have many friends in this town
that I do not see as often as I should, people that I was very close
with in high school that I have recently reconnected with here. They
(well, one of them at least) really likes to lay down the guilt trip
when I can't make it to one of their dinner parties or whatever. This
makes me pretty uncomfortable. It's like how all of us kept making
plans to see There Will Be Blood together but things kept happening to
prevent it. On the third such date I was the one who didn't feel like
devoting the time and money to it and I never heard about it again. I
feel kind of bad about it but really more because I feel like I hit a
kind of 'fun quota' here in which at a certain point I've just had
enough and I shut off. I'm actually dating someone that I don't lay
awake at night in complete dread of having to see her again and I like
it, despite some difficult weekends ahead where pretty much every
female I was attracted to (and then marginalized by) is coming up from
Indy to see me. I've really got it all here and I still have no idea
what I really want.

I find it all exhausting, exhilerating, and terrifying all at once,
which I guess is above all else what I was looking for when I moved
here.

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the gift

croaking

Two nights in a row at the bar and my voice is completely shot, with my words seeming to scrape and claw their way up out of my epiglottis only to utterly fail to make an impression on anyone or anything as it makes its pathetic impression on the air around it.

 

I need to slow down a bit, this lifestyle is leaving me nothing but broke and broken.

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