Monday, November 26, 2012


The waitress brings the chicken stir-fry and my lemon meringue pie and fills our coffee cups. Then she smiles and goes off to die.
These flowers will be rotten in a couple hours. Birds will crap on them. The smoke here will make them stink, and tomorrow a bulldozer will probably run over them, but for right now they are so beautiful. 
Survivor — Chuck Palahniuk
Finished my 40th book for the year. I like this book, but Palahniuk is a weird guy.
I can't decide if I should start on the next book or just let it sink in for a day or two. If only I had someone to talk to about these books.
I get the urge to listen to Nirvana lately. Maybe I should actually buy the album since I'll prob like it anyway.
In other news, my job is boring and I don't want to have actual conversations with my boss.

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