Tuesday, March 22, 2011

The Truth is Rarely Pure and Never Simple

I'm drinking Yorkshire Earl Grey, a gift from my best friend.


I believe I am in love with Christian Lorentzen.  Read it and weep.  For joy.  I did.
http://newyork.timeout.com/things-to-do/this-week-in-new-york/8355/why-the-hipster-must-die

Sometimes I pretend my literary idols are watching me.  Oscar Wilde has been filling my head with one-liners all night.  They're ALL going into my essay.

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