'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
Nov 05
- 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.
