“These must be the same guys who like to swim in a t-shirt.”
Getting political for a minute, deal with it.
Literally perfection.
I got into it once with a guy who said that women didn’t seem to mind it that much when a bunch of men decided Roe v. Wade. In my opinion, that’s because these men were, in their vote, acknowledging that the decision to have an abortion was not their decision to make and so they were leaving it up to the people who would rightfully decide.
I love unmade beds. I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be anything but honest in that moment. I love the look in people’s eyes when they realize they’re in love. I love the way people look when they first wake up and they’ve forgotten their surroundings. I love the gasp people take when their favorite character dies. I love when people close their eyes and drift to somewhere in the clouds. I fall in love with people and their honest moments all the time. I fall in love with their breakdowns and their smeared makeup and their daydreams. Honesty is just too beautiful to ever put into words.
My future roommate and I cemented where we’re living next year today. It’s really lovely, in a great location and the common space is wonderful. While we were walking around and roughly planning what we’d do with the place, the heels on my shoes kept clacking on the wood floor.
.
My Roommate: How do you just walk around in those?
Me: I’m so short I’ve gotten used to it out of necessity. And I used to dance, so I’m sort of accustomed to being on my toes.
My Roommate: Oh, it’s like me on my knees…
“You have awakened a sleeping giant.”
Good morning.
I can only hope that we keep the momentum going. It’s easy to get fired up and let it fizzle out.
Ohhh yeahhh.
Serious time: It’s so upsetting to me that such a beautiful book was banned solely on the fact that it contains a depiction of lesbian sex. It was not only a gorgeous aspect of the novel, but it should be held to the same standard as the straight sex scenes in a ton of the books I had to read in high school. Come on, America.
In the light of the fact that Norwegian Wood has been removed from the summer reading list of a certain school district due to its “graphic” depictions of lesbian sex (this in turn apparently constitutes “pushing the homosexual agenda,” whatever that means), I have ordered this book, and two others. Montecervesa will not stand for the banning or restriction of books, whatever their content.
There are a few other books in my reading queue before I’ll get to them, but in a short time, I hope to qualify fully for Miss Ivy’s attention on this front. Wish me luck, folks.
Holy hell. Murakami is my absolute favorite author. I just can’t even. I don’t know if I have it in me to disrespect him enough by knocking over these books to get to the lady, but damn.
Bring me Murakami, I will make love to you. Discuss Murakami with me intelligently, I will marry you. Tell me how the absurd, fantastical conflict in Hardboiled Wonderland and the End of the World affected you in a very real way and I will never, ever let you out of my sight. Ever.
Dream life.
You’ve made me proud, New York.
This makes me such a happy camper.
All I can say is, it’s awesome when things work themselves out.
Actually, that’s not true. ANOTHER thing I can say is that I was really taken by surprise as I continued to pile up new followers over the last month and a half, despite my hibernation status. So thanks, and um, now you’ll actually see some posts from me!
Oh, and homemade mashed taters are the best. Suck it, KFC.
Holy hell. Murakami is my absolute favorite author. I just can’t even. I don’t know if I have it in me to disrespect him enough by knocking over these books to get to the lady, but damn.
Bring me Murakami, I will make love to you. Discuss Murakami with me intelligently, I will marry you. Tell me how the absurd, fantastical conflict in Hardboiled Wonderland and the End of the World affected you in a very real way and I will never, ever let you out of my sight. Ever.
With all the troubles of finals behind me, this gal’s heading out to make her own trouble.
Emma Watson by Ellen von Unwerth