Where we are all great writers on the same dreadful typewriter
I don't understand. This ongoing sporadic discourse, its gotten old. Why, then, does it still bother me so much? I still take it personally, I still fight back, I still hate all of it and its reprocussions...and I still read all of it- the papers, the work, the discourse itself, I still listen to everything and pay attention to the detail with the excitement of something that was lost a long time ago...All of it.
Yet I really don't give a fuck. Or at least I can pretend.
PS
mckinley. you don't see why people in their
late twenties can't be on time. you are married
to ben, and hang out with jj and gary. you sure
can eat french fries. you're in the only sex
scene in the movie. and your pants fucking kick
ass.
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Yet I really don't give a fuck. Or at least I can pretend.
PS
mckinley. you don't see why people in their
late twenties can't be on time. you are married
to ben, and hang out with jj and gary. you sure
can eat french fries. you're in the only sex
scene in the movie. and your pants fucking kick
ass.
Which WHAS Counselor Are You?
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