January 2010
28 posts
“Sorry, I’m going to be out of the country for the weekend.”
– My favorite thing to say of the day.
(I’m going to Mexico! And not for the tequila with worms at the bottom [because ew]!)
Favorite Texts from Last Night (and conversations)
“As long as Nancy Pelosi is in your spank bank nothing can go wrong.”
“Did we… dance together? Earlier?” “Uh… Nick?” “Yeah.” “YES I WIN.”
“The lead singer of [REDAC-ok, it rhymes with Bodsnack.] (who is a douchebag) is coming to my party tomorrow. Wonderful.”
“I plan 90% of our social calendar.”...
“Texting is like Twitter, but one-on-one.”
– Steve
H. S. Mauberley, Part 1, by Ezra Pound
E. P. Ode pour l’élection de son sépulchre
For three years, out of key with his time,
He strove to resuscitate the dead art
Of poetry; to maintain “the sublime” In the old sense.
Wrong from the start —
No, hardly, but, seeing he had been born
In a half savage country, out of date;
Bent resolutely on wringing lilies from the acorn;
Capaneus; trout for factitious bait:
...
I meant to text this guy today to ask when I should come “steal Kayla.”
It turned out to be the wrong number.
I’m not sure if I should text him again to clarify that Kayla is, in fact, our dog, and not a small child whom I am planning to kidnap.
Phoenix, “If I Ever Feel Better”
Anonymous asked: Who ARE you anyway, hotshuff?
“You sent the lost clothing text three times. But it had perfect grammar....”
First Person Tetris →
My Future Match.com Profile
Kels: Oh, we have snack bar points. [Pause.] I can tell what you're thinking about right now.
Me: What?
Kels: [Disappointed head shake.] You're such a slut for grilled honey buns.
katieography asked: how do you do this?
Oh, I found Matthew Lyons (and lots of other lovely things) through Kitsune Noir.
You probably already know KN, but credit where credit is due, yes?
Okay, I enabled ask. →
