And my friends were like "Whatever, you'll find someone better. His eyes are way too close together and we never even liked him from the start and now he's with that tart and I heard she done some really nasty stuff down at the park with Michael, he said she's easy and if you're guy's with someone that sleazy, then he ain't worth your time 'cause you deserve a real nice guy." So I proceeded to get drunk and to cry and locked myself in the toilet the entire time.
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24.8.11
Something cool I've discovered: for my birthday, Gian gave me 'For Esmé - With Love And Squalor' (also known as 'Nine Stories', because basically, the book consists of nine short stories) and the title of the book is the title of one of the stories. In the sixth book of The Series of Unfortunate Events, 'The Erzatz Elevator', the name of one of the Baudelaires' guardians is Esmé Squalor (she was part of that couple where they only care about things that are 'in', like pinstripe suits and olive martinis), which I'm pretty sure isn't a coincidence and I think it's nice that there's that little connection between two of my favorite authors.
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16.8.11
Heavy, heavy boots.
In bed that night I invented a special drain that would be underneath every pillow in New York, and would connect to the reservoir. Whenever people cried themselves to sleep, the tears would all go to the same place, and in the morning the weatherman could report if the water level of the Reservoir of Tears had gone up or down, and you could know if New York is in heavy boots.
14.8.11
good-byes at airports always wear me out.
My highs are high, my lows are low
And I don't know which way to go
Every time you leave this house, everything falls apart
I can't get myself off the couch
I don't wanna talk to anyone else
Every time you leave this house, everything falls apart.
8.8.11
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