The newest girl's called Samantha and she's a problem. She's dark and heavy-browed and has a mouth like unswept glass--when you least expect it she cuts you. 

--Junot Diaz, Otravida, Otravez

LIKE IT MEANS SOMETHING

You hang onto your pain like it means something, like it's worth something. Well, let me tell 'ya, it's not worth shit. Let it go. Infinite possibilities, and all he can do is whine.

--Nathaniel, Six Feet Under (via Ruth Boglebizer)


Six Feet Under is a good show, and the first show that I watched from beginning to end. During the finale, I wept and wept, and now it makes me think of Justin and Martin--no complaints there.

I think I've made my decision.

I think.

My daddy is a smart man, he says that whatever I choose will be good because I will make it good for me. He also says that whatever I choose, I should make that decision and never look back. But ahhh, my brain isn't so great at never looking back.

It will be nice to decide and then refocus on the important thing--the important thing being fixing the world.

NO GIRLS ALLOWED

Like mother, like daughter (forever the only girl in the room).


Also, facial hair.
Also, chest hair.

I JUST NEED TO KNOW

Jon Ronson:

My eight-year-old son, Joel, comes into my office to ask if there's a worse swearword than fuck. "No," I say.

There's a silence. "You're lying," he says.

"There's none worse than fuck," I say.

Joel narrows his eyes. "I know you're lying," he says. He leaves the room.

VERSUS


Calvin's dad:

[via clusterflock]

I'VE BEEN HAVING GOOD DAYS

This morning was incredibly beautiful, making my walk more pleasant than usual. The barista (babe alert) who I've been chattin' up for a few days got my phone number because we're both going to be at the Dan Deacon + Deerhunter + No Age pool party this weekend. She named me Sam Darling in her phone...gah. Massive girlcrush.

At work I actually felt like working for once, which was wonderful until Katie and I decided to ditch for sushi. Afterward, we just sort of lounged around, watching last night's Daily Show (So You Think You Can Douche = hilarious), drinking some delicious anonymous root beer that some guy in the office was passing around, and eating cake courtesy of Kirk turning nineteen.

Then my parents showed up with a bottle of cognac they'd brought for me from France. And now we're going to eat, drink, and be merry.

Living with my aunt and uncle means that I'm finally starting to untangle this knotty family tree of mine.

Apparently my great grandmother was a cigar-smoking, whiskey-swilling badass with a heart of gold and my great-great grandfather was white.

The fingernails on my left hand are starting to look like my dad's.