August 2011
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Just...give me one of everything. →
wait. seriously. fuck. I want it all.
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And then you suggest I worship bee stings, for being such real things.
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jotting
She spent her morning coring tomatoes that were so criminally unripe they could’ve been mistaken for miniature pumpkins.
edit: really, the important part of this is my love of the phrase “criminally unripe tomatoes”
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I try not to delete the playlists I make for mix cds that I’ve given people over the years, and it’s nice because right now I feel like seeing what frame of mind sophomore-year-of-college-sam was in, or maybe even senior-year-of-highschool-sam.
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weird bits of things I write on trips
My knuckles constantly appear bruised—my anemia became even worse when my diet came to include only the meat which I chewed from my lips and the ends of my fingers. A part of me had come to resent all other protein, but it saddened my mother that in my most passionate fits I was hungriest, so for the sake of her alone I closed my eyes and ate turkey on Christmas. Three bites in the fork...
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Shit.
…I didn’t even have the guts to say it in my dream.
I.Love.My.Dad.
My dad’s friend is going to see Pawlenty speak.
…My dad just sent him a text asking if he’s going to Pawlenty’s “coming out” party.
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http://borngold.us/
Gobble Gobble got a new name…and they’re stopping in Iowa (Grinnell). And playing with Dan Deacon.
Luckily, I’ve been to this venue before, and they tend to remember to open up for their shows. No repeat of the sad Portland show that wasn’t, pleeeease.
edit: seriously. fuck. this is so good.
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it's unpaid but uh
interviewinterviewinterviewinterview
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Things you will never make me like:
Casinos.
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