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(no subject) [Sep. 13th, 2008|06:56 pm]
God damn you for that.
i spent all of this weekend and most of my days anyway talking and thinking about killing oneself and i'm pretty confident that i could walk you back from the edge of the bridge, you'd just have to call me first. i'd come to you or we'd talk it over on the phone. so if you find yourself with floss or shoelaces or a year's supply of horse pills, maybe too much whiskey along with 'em, i hope you have my number. and if i find myself with one or all of those things in hand, well then, i'm not so sure if i could save myself. it sort of takes two. so that's a dilemma.
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(no subject) [Jul. 23rd, 2008|06:34 pm]
God damn you for that.
things to be excited about:
a new apartment with hardwood floors at the top of the world
a hair cut
a job and a salary

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(no subject) [Jun. 4th, 2008|11:15 am]
God damn you for that.
"The sentence in the last-pass galleys read: 'It was as close a declaration of love as J.J. was capable of making.' I would have added a preposition: 'It was as close to a declaration of love as J.J. was capable of making.' I sat by the window and watched the ice floes on the Hudson and thought about the sentence. It was as close a declaration of love as J.J. was capable of making. It was not the kind of sentence, if you had written it, you would want wrong, but neither was it the kind of sentence, if that was the way you had written it, you would want changed. How had he written it? What did he have in mind? How would he want it? The decision was left to me. Any choice I made could carry the potential for abandonment, even betrayal. That was one reason I was crying in Quintana's hospital room. When I got home that night I checked the previous galleys and manuscripts. The error, if it was an error, had been there from the beginning. I left it as it was."

From Joan Didion's The Year of Magical Thinking.
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(no subject) [Mar. 13th, 2008|10:31 am]
God damn you for that.
Saul Williams - List of Demands

An important song. This song is important. Turnitup.
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(no subject) [Feb. 17th, 2008|10:17 am]
God damn you for that.
No shit.

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(no subject) [Jan. 8th, 2008|09:53 pm]
God damn you for that.
I am very obsessed with the elections, both parties, too!

It is comforting to know that there is still a winter, a summer, and part of an autumn before the final decision, and before I have already turned twenty-four. Gawd.
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(no subject) [Dec. 10th, 2007|01:09 pm]
God damn you for that.
January: 1. will pay bills on time
February: The sheets still smell like my sweet, sweet boy.
March: In Washington DC, I thought of Aaron from a leather couch, drunk, and later resolved to get my earrings from him as soon as I returned to Pittsburgh.
April: It's all something I have not experienced before. I do not know where that places it on the List of Greats; it is not The First, but it looks to be the first of endurance. It is the first so free from heavy doubt.
May: What's up with the earth and all these tornadoes?
June: i feel watered down. i think it's my hair again
July: I sleep in my boyfriend's bed when he is out of town.
August: I think I will cut my hair again soon. I remember that when it was boy-short last year, I was able to say I felt like myself.
September: NO ENTRIES??!!
October: I drove home through Lawrenceville today and eavesdropped on Carnegie Street.
November: Joan Didion gave a lot of her husband's clothes away within a few small days after his death. December: Sometimes the things you say make me want [to] vomit.
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