May 2012
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April 2012
26 posts
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Yesterday was the best day I’ve had in what seems like too long. I gave Joe his birthday present, special edition of A Bout De Souffle, with a watercolor of mine tucked away inside. We walked around Des Moines for awhile, enjoying the nice weather, & we ended up going out for a feast of Indian cuisine, stuffing ourselves with four different kinds of naan, chicken vindaloo & curry,...
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“They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered.”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald
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The more I come across other’s journals whether it be on tumblr, in real life, etc, I see that for most journal-writers, it’s not so much to themselves as it is one giant letter to the people in their lives, most frequently a lover or spouse, then some friend or family member or public figure, as though they’re telling that person everything they seem to be unable to say aloud....
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Conversation with PosiThom re:Grammar
PosiThom: We're probably 100% better than everyone else.
Me: Uh, "probably" has no place being in that sentence.
PosiThom: Damn. Must've snuck in. These sentences have been going to hell ever since these god damn adverbs showed up & started taking all our jobs, THEY AREN'T LIKE US.
Me: I love my adverbs, but when it comes to our betterness, we need no help. We just are.
PosiThom: Next thing you know they will be giving all the jobs to verbs & BAM, every sentence ends in a preposition!
PosiThom: WON'T SOMEONE THINK OF THE NOUNS!
Me: Goddamn those liberal red grammies!
Me: It's cool though, I heard Steven Segal became a sheriff so he could keep those verbs & preps behind the fences.
PosiThom: Last time I checked this was America & I can conjugate how I damn well please!
PosiThom: I almost crashed my car that made me laugh so hard.
Me: That Segal, man... He's TCB all the way.
PosiThom: Every time I think we can't get more ridiculous, we do.
March 2012
14 posts
Exhausted from moving everything into the new apartment, but enjoying the fact that my roommate hasn’t even begun. Almost like living alone, a nice dream. So lovely to be surrounded by my books & journals again, after months of them being packed away. All of my art supplies spread put across the floor until my desk is built, & leftover Django’s in the fridge from Joe’s...
February 2012
71 posts
