- Me: Hey Katie, maybe you should take a shower before bed, you know, to wash off all that suncreen and bugspray and filthy river water that is encasing your skin?
- Real Me: No thanks, Katie, I´d rather give myself acne.
keeping a notebook
'why did I write it down? in order to remember, of course, but exactly what was it i wanted to remember? how much of it actually happened? did any of it? why do i keep a notebook at all?'
joan didion
keeping.a.notebook at gmail dot com
joan didion
keeping.a.notebook at gmail dot com
Nov 28
Nov 27
“ en los estados unidos nosotros tenemos una historia de la action de gracias que no es verdad…los personas…pensar?…pensamos?…los indios y los ingleses…comer?…las comidas? y todos es tranquil pero la verdad es los ingleses…murder?…mourir?…los indios!
— Me, using my one semester of Spanish from three years ago to drunkenly try to explain the Thanksgiving Story to my sister´s Argentine host family as my American family looked on horrified.
Nov 23
I´m so anti posting pictures of myself on this tumblr, but goddamn if this isn´t the best picture of me ever taken.
Nov 21
“ Anything that doesn’t take years of your life and drive you to suicide hardly seems worth doing.
Nov 12
Here´s the scene: My mother and I have just sat down at a cafe, when I realize my purse is open and my wallet is missing.
- Me: Shit! I think someone stole my wallet!
- Mom: Oh yeah, I think I saw that happen.
- Me: [blank stare of disbelief]
- Mom: What? What do you want me to do?
- Me: Not be a sociopath?
Things that have disapeared from my life since I´ve been in Argentina:
- My iPod.
- My wallet.
- Any misguided hope I was clinging onto about having a functional relationship with my mother.
Last night I broke my strict rule about not supporting the Begging Children Industrial Complex and gave five pesos to an Argentine boy because he said I was ´bonita´.
Don´t let anyone ever tell you I´m anything less than a goddamn PHILANTHROPIST.
Nov 05
Here are just some thoughts I've had recently.
- A voicemail? You seriously just left me a fucking voicemail? Do you even fucking know me?
- Christ, beer is good. Who made that? Oh my god, more please.
- I know I don’t even have my ears pierced or any tattoos or any other cool, scarring things, but seriously, dude? You though having pieces of plastic/wood/glass/whatever the size of CDs was a good thing to have put into your ears so that now when you take them out your earlobes remind me of the private parts of a senior citizen? No. You fucked up there.
- Remind me again why I don’t eat dairy? I may have fucked up there.
- Hey pants, why the fuck did you reveal yourselves to be the least flattering thing ever only after I removed the tag making you unreturnable?
- Will you marry me?
- Argentina for the next month. No hablo Espanol. Joder puta.
Nov 01
Last night got weird.
I went out, drank a totally reasonable amount, did not say anything offensive to anyone, then came home and went to bed at a reasonable hour to go to work this morning. WTF.
