Why I <3 my friends
![Makes me scream every time
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Makes me scream every time
How have I not found this until now???
(“Garfield Minus Garfield is a site dedicated to removing Garfield from the Garfield comic strips in order to reveal the existential angst of a certain young Mr. Jon Arbuckle. It is a journey deep into the mind of an isolated young everyman as he fights a losing battle against loneliness and depression in a quiet American suburb”)
(Source: garfieldminusgarfield.net)
The two weeks of being a Productive Grad Student (waking around six, working in the office til 6pm every day including weekends -and with only one bad life decision thrown in there those entire fourteen days! vodka and reminiscing, you get me every fucking time-) finally ended when I woke up this morning, severely dehydrated and unable to drag myself out of bed. C went and got me pedialyte (you know, that stuff is surprisingly tasty) and I pretty much lounged around all day catching up on tv. Last Mad Men semi-broke my heart. Made in Chelsea is (as ever) ridiculous. The Spurs are really freaking scary.
And this is what I wore yesterday.
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Fashionable INTRO
A last-minute venue switch appeared to have no impact on the crowds of body-painted dancers who thronged Crab Island for Acupuncture Records’ fourth annual INTRO party on Saturday, May 26.
Copious sunshine, local DJ powerhouses and a solid roster of international acts kept the party going, but as it is every year at INTRO, the audience stole the show. Guys dressed as girls, girls as guys, both dressed as critters, and we even spotted what we can only guess was a space cowboy from the future. Anything and everything went, just as long as your clothes were as loud as the music.
See more photos here
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Fashionable INTRO
A last-minute venue switch appeared to have no impact on the crowds of body-painted dancers who thronged Crab Island for Acupuncture Records’ fourth annual INTRO party on Saturday, May 26.
Copious sunshine, local DJ powerhouses and a solid roster of international acts kept the party going, but as it is every year at INTRO, the audience stole the show. Guys dressed as girls, girls as guys, both dressed as critters, and we even spotted what we can only guess was a space cowboy from the future. Anything and everything went, just as long as your clothes were as loud as the music.
See more photos here
8 am, Saturday morning, in the (adviser’s) office (but mine for the year), “ready” to work
(And yes, that is a purple teletubby in the background. To the side of the desk -not pictured but maybe another time-, a mini Freud doll stares disapprovingly w/a cigar. Next to him, finger puppet Trotsky is velcroed to the skirts of finger puppet Frida. Fingerbanging?)
![There are few things in my world that a sausage biscuit can’t fix.
(Well fine, it can’t write my soon-to-be-late chapter or undo that last Heat/Pacers game, but give me my greasy morning bliss okay?)
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There are few things in my world that a sausage biscuit can’t fix.
(Well fine, it can’t write my soon-to-be-late chapter or undo that last Heat/Pacers game, but give me my greasy morning bliss okay?)
from “What holds the body” (three)
Everything is blue. Museum
walls leer soft periwinkle,
my hand lurches, a bloated fish
flapping against my side as I think
if only I can name. If only
I can solidify the focus. Voice
beyond window, a dark sidewalk or
three figures on a bench
then I could let go.
That’s what I think when alone. But then….
-Jennifer K. Dick
![That moment in the night when you’ve been working for 7+ hours on your second chapter and you only have a page and a half to show for it so you say fuckit and go to your wonderful, brilliant friend’s goodbye party cos she got a tenure-track gig in Seattle and is leaving in two weeks (hey)
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That moment in the night when you’ve been working for 7+ hours on your second chapter and you only have a page and a half to show for it so you say fuckit and go to your wonderful, brilliant friend’s goodbye party cos she got a tenure-track gig in Seattle and is leaving in two weeks (hey)
Took a study break w/L and got fancy popsicles (me: Lemon Blueberry Buttermilk and Lime Mint; L: Vietnamese Coffee and Mango Sriracha) & played with dinosaurs. The Pacers beat the Heat. It’s been a good night (and now back to work)
