April 2009
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Articles of Confession
There is a girl that works at the Publix down the street. It’s not the closest Publix, but I drive the extra 10 minutes for a chance to talk to her so I can ask her out. My brain puts together all the right things to say, but the words always get chewed up in my mouth. What comes out is usually something better swallowed. Now I am having difficulty getting my brain to put together something...
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Facts About Jon, Number 58
“I flip my pillow over to get to the cold side..”
via devincastro
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“I stole in Paris / Suave international crime / Candy criminal”
– N. Foley
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Articles of Confession
Exerpt from back when my friends told me I should have a MySpace blog because posting random comments about my life was the cool thing to do. Glad I don’t mess with that kind of crap anymore. +Follower.
Friday, August 12, 2005
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so i have this song stuck in my head. well, less of a song, and more of a song lyric. “everyone is rock ‘em sock ‘em...
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digital pen, digital paper.
Time lapse therapy.
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Articles of Confession
Last Sunday evening, while tending to some laundry and other errands about the house, I could hear my roommate opening and closing the front door every few minutes. A clear indicator of moving items into his car. I looked for him as I moved through the house, but we never crossed paths. This had sort of become the norm since his girlfriend “moved in.” I knew they were around, but they...
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I recently gave-in to consumerism, and purchased this for my kitchen.
…and I feel like replacing the figure and using myself as a knife block for not being able to talk to the cute girl at Publix. In fact, I have difficulty functioning when I see her. One time, I forgot I had to actually pay for stuff when checking out. Then I handed her my credit card instead of swiping it in the machine...
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