June 2011
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My Top Artists (Week Ending 2011-6-26) →
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“Y’know, Ginny’s mother gave us these dishes when we got married....”
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I just had one of those— who the fuck am I and what the fuck is the meaning of existence moments. Man, I hate those.
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I came home just now from a double and realized I also have doubles the next two days. My first full day off isn’t until next Wednesday. I want to cry but I’m too exhausted.
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“Tiger got to hunt, bird got to fly; Man got to sit and wonder ‘why, why,...”
– Vonnegut, Cat’s Cradle
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Remember that list of things I need to do before I leave Louisiana?
Meet John Goodman
He came into work today; my second job is at a movie theater in the French Quarter. Just so happened Jonah Hill came in as well. They were both really nice! And guess what all you teenage tumblrs, I also met a real life GIF of Dave Franco the other day, a spitting shorter image of his older brother. The theater...
My patience, it wears thin.
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a list of things to do before I leave this state.
Eat shrimp poboy
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Another thing that got forgotten was the fact that against all probability a sperm whale had suddenly been called into existence several miles above the surface of an alien planet.
And since this is not a naturally tenable position for a whale, this poor innocent creature had very little time to come to terms with its identity as a whale before it then had to come to terms with not...
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It may have just hit me (after half a bottle of wine and bowl) that I’m moving to Tennessee in less than two months to pursue an MFA. In the USofA, that is considered a terminal degree. I didn’t really know what that meant until I googled it. It’s the highest degree in its individual field. So, that’s neat.
How did I manage this?
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I’m fairly certain I saw Brad Pitt riding a vespa on my way to work in the French Quarter; and I almost hit him with my car. How much would it have sucked to have forever been branded the girl that killed Brad Pitt? Just thinking of all the death threats and hate mail gives me chills.
