Archive for May, 2012
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I got lost in DC late at night with a van full of school books, then the world cup ended and in certain neighborhoods drunken viewers spilled out into the street. This was my opinion of it.
Thank god for modern GPS devices.
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I often find life is about two people bumping into each other with different expectations.
Sometimes it’s hard to keep secrets from friends.
I used to have bad habits of talking out loud, and then my thoughts getting into circular patterns, and it became pretty self-destructive. It’s weird to read it now, so many years later, and see those patterns in print.
I get that way when spooked. I tend to stockpile in the area I feel the most safe.
I always wonder when protagonists last took the time to pee. It’s important.
This is often what happens when I find myself judging people. I think, how good am I?
Susan’s two fingers lowering the cast iron pan is one of my favorite moments in the run of the strip. It’s simply so… quiet.
Sleeping restlessly on a tile floor clutching a cast-iron pan is USUALLY not the ideal solution.
Actually, Vomitoriums were Roman, and are actually stage exits, and not pukey binge-break rooms. :)
