Big boots. Word nerd. Not so recent undergraduate, Chicago post-Bay Area parting. Bourbon charmer, beer baroness. Unapologetic vice-ridden slow-geek. Two-timing extensive public transit with back to the land small agriculture. Library vigilante, gender derelict, closet formalist. Ambition without self-importance. Books, beats, baking, a set of brakes. Wrestling with growing up angels and emerging from bike accidents.
Thank you, internet. Wednesday is one sixth of the way over. One sixth.
The whole idea of work, of having a career, seems so abstract and poorly thought out. I was looking for a job and then I found a job, Morrissey whispers in your brain, and heaven knows I’m miserable now. What you need, what everyone needs really, is a long nap.
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the past few years, you’ve transformed from the type...person who destroys delicate things...
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Thank you, internet. Wednesday is one sixth...way over. One sixth.
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