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unless
I guess it's the time of year for feeling unenthusiastic. I miss the ocean, my canoe, and my tent. I know I am slipping when I start dressing like a dude and wearing the same thing every day, and trying to weasel out of making myself proper meals by telling myself that popcorn is very low in fat and has lots of antioxidants. All I can think of to ( Read more... ) -
there are things at night that are better not to behold
This weekend Aimee B and I camped at White's Beach in Brunswick, Maine. It was the most relaxing camping trip I'd been on in a long time, adequately funded and utterly lacking in agenda.
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baby you've been had
Things at work are so hilariously fucked. Our boss has gone to a Landmark forum aka joined a cult in Chicago for the weekend with his 19 year old childbride, who is also his live-in personal assistant for the summer. More on that later. All I know is that our fearless leader keeps buying us Skittles and letting us drink his shitty liquor in ( Read more... ) -
glory to the lamb
Despite getting drunk on a tube in Olney pond, seeing Dark Shadows at the drive in with my man and having my mom over for a cookout, this weekend has somehow been kind of a bummer. I'm feeling creatively stagnant and stuck and clueless and unexpectedly glum for this time of year. Sometimes it's hard to accept where my creativity lies. I can plan ( Read more... )
