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Tuesday, January 27, 2009
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[might want to see the previous post first] Nothing bothers me, except the fact that nothing bothers me. 2/1/08 It's well past midnight. I run from my neighbor's to mine. The near freezing air fills my lungs. My mouth dries. It aches to breathe. I can't stop; if I do, the night will creep into my head. 2/7/08 Up Next: Will Amber and Craig like their new bohemian patio? For once I would like to see them say they don't. 2/10/08 Of the truths about living in Texas is that you will see dead animals on the road. A lot of them. 3/24/08 I call him by the wrong names all the time and not once has he noticed it. 4/13/08 "A week from today, I'll be on my way," I tell myself the moment I open my eyes this morning. I don't know if that's a promise or more like a warning. 5/8/08 you screwed up and i hate you for that. nothing will be the same ever again and i hate you for that. i won't love you the way i did and i hate you for that. i won't care about anyone and i hate you for that. i've lost my faith in everything and i hate you for that. 5/24/08 The earrings you gave me were so loud, it felt like wearing wing chimes all day. 10/8/08 What daytime television would be like if everyone practiced safe sex: Woman: This man is the father of my baby because he is the only person I had unprotected sex with. Show host: Is that true? Man: Yes. Audience: [Applause] 10/20/08 To me birds had one function and that was to inspire man to fly. Can't they go extinct now? 11/5/08 I wake up to Peppermint Frieden. 11/5/08 I have the strangest yet least interesting dreams ever. Last night I had one where I was reading the wikipedia page on Alex Trebek and was mildly surprised that it said he has died. 11/9/08 If I were a superhero my name would be Captain Fat-Lady Rescuer. 11/14/08 I meant to write a paper about the fetishization of transnational imagery in diasporic media. Instead I drew enormous purple triangles all over my legs. 12/1/08 Everything in my life reminds me of you. I remind me of you. 12/4/08 I finally listened to your voicemail from last week. Am I the asshole in your life? 12/22/08 at 5:30 PM by negar
smugday
........................................................................................I can't bother to check if anyone visits this page anymore. This is an abandoned blog yet I write in it almost every week, if not everyday. I just don't hit the publish button. Or I push it and then have a change of heart within a few minutes. I don't know why it got so difficult all the time. Three weeks ago I came up with an array of excuses while talking to one of my readers on the ride back from my grandfather's funeral. I don't remember what I told him. I was jet-lagged, sleep-deprived and had cried my heart out. The truth is that I don't blog because I'm a coward. Today I ran out of things to read for procrastination purposes so I read the 2008 draftsand decided to publish some. I had this plan long time ago too (did I write about it?) but it failed. This one will most likely fail too but whatever. at 4:30 PM by negar
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