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I've just got to say, first, that all my typos lately are based more on phonetic similarity or confusion between the Roman and Cyrillic alphabets than on U.S. keyboard layout ( Read more... )

Lately I've found love problematic. Not-- in the sense that I've been rejected or rejected people or been failed in some more elaborate way or otherwise thought of it as an institution that has failed me or something, although I guess I'm aware that I could. Think of it that way ( Read more... )

I'm too lazy to check if this is already on here somewhere, but evidently I wrote this poem in May of 2007. I think it's more apt right now than it was then.
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a credulous manI am a slow worker ( Read more... )

This morning Matt woke me up early with his thousand alarms. I fell asleep downstairs and he put me to bed in my clothes, even though his new room is upstairs and frightfully hot. I drove him to work and then went back to my own bed. Had the most awful nightmare and woke up in a sweat ( Read more... )

Yesterday around noon I drove Matt to work and decided to go for a drive I'd been wanting to take. In the past, I've gone down IL-45 to around Pesotum, or wandered around the farm roads of Savoy and Philo. The best way to do this from my house is to take Lincoln Ave. south until it comes to a T at Windsor Rd., where you should take a right, then ( Read more... )

"The Way", by Albert Goldbarth ( Read more... )

I am not diminutive!

More house showings for tomorrowwwww ( Read more... )

I always expected the ( Read more... )