Story from work: Steve was on the street, heard someone playing New Edition (old school Bobby Brown). Turned and saw huge guy groovin in a tiny red Ford Focus. He had cut out aluminum pie pans and mounted them on his wheels as spinners. Marcus called him the frugal gangsta.
In unpacking boxes, we found a library book. I handed it to Matthew. The title was Goodbye to Guilt and it was a self-help book. He examined it and said, "Oh geez...I checked that out from the Wilmington Library." (Which means it's about eight years overdue
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I cannot decide whether I like or dislike The Mayor of Casterbridge even though I just finished reading it for maybe the fourth or fifth time in my life. It's very weird. One minute I think it's genius and the next I think it's annoying. It wrings my heart but then I feel angry over it. The women
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My LJ friend in the UK, joysilence, has once again slain me with her pen. (Or keyboard, as it may be.) I went into the next room and tried to quote what she wrote to Boy, and couldn't hold myself upright for laughing
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