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so, uh...  we're talking about the same old shit, y'know?  bored, bored, bored. there's nothing to do, i say.  so you say, damn this inability to drive!  and i say, haha, you're sixteen and you can't drive. HA-HA.  and you say drop dead... i mean... no, wait, yeah, that's it.  and i say shut up, you know you love me  and you say, yeah, ok.  and i say, yeah, you're all talk. say whatever you want, i know you love me anyway.  and you say, great.  and i guess i realize right then  that i want to whisper into your neck:  i love you. i want you to whisper to me, i lov whisper
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Nosebleeds in OctoberIn October, my sister came home from college, two days after her eighteenth birthday. I gave her my gifts, which I started shopping for in July. I was so excited. So many of my friends told me they didn’t think they were that great, but I knew better. I was the ultimate gift-giver. She opened them and hated them and lied to me.   
Give me my sixty bucks back, you ungrateful whore.   
Within minutes of walking in the door she told me she was mad at me. Because I wasn’t dressed.  They went to lunch without me because I wasn’t dressed. She asked if I wanted them to bring something back and I said “No” so tersely at the e Nosebleeds in October
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daniele“Come upstairs, I’m in the children’s section.” Her voice was low and sweet, like she was glad to hear me, and unshaken, like she’d been waiting very patiently. And quiet like she was in a library. Which she was.  
“The children’s section?”  “I figured it would be the best place to spread out with my crayons… What’d you think I was here for, books? Like I read, or something!” She laughed like church bells—no, quietly, it was a library. She laughed like a wind chime.  “I’ll be right there,” I said, and closed my phone with a considerable amount of effort. It had taken her months to train me of the habit of saying goodbye when we daniele
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Wed Dec 29, 2004, 6:28 PM
i remember when shan and i used to read and comment on each other's work all the time.
i don't think either one of us has written since then, really.
what brought this to mind, of course, was how impressed she was with my chicago essays. which, y'know, weren't that groundbreaking, a, and b, one of them was a revamped version of my creative writing II midterm. y'know. as in, sophomore year.
which, of course, reminds me that we don't really talk anymore.

we don't really talk anymore. any of us.
"us" meaning myself and anyone i know.

oh, god.

p.s.
tsunami.

p.p.s.
i still hate my father.
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  • Current Residence: the corner
  • Interests: myself
  • Favourite movie: amelie, the royal tenenbaums, pieces of april, the virgin suicides
  • Favourite band or musician: ben folds, yeah yeah yeahs, third eye blind, jason mraz, liz phair
  • Favourite artist: my sister's roomie
  • Favourite poet or writer: beau sia, gabriel garcia marquez, jhumpa lahiri, dorothy parker
  • Favourite photographer: diane arbus
  • Personal Quote: great spirits have often encountered violent opposition from mediocre minds. ((einstein))

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