When I hear the word culture I take out my wallet

[silverfae9]

Ok, so here's the story behind the Neiman Marcus thing. Apparently, this was my father's job. It was supposed to be for Nordstroms and this is further proof that my father doesn't listen to anyone not basking entirely in his sphere. Also, that he's a tard. (He's so tarded, he's retarded!) They sent me a gift card for Barnes and Noble too, and this makes me all tingly. I have a date with Mssrs. Kundera and Marquez starting Monday.

They also sent pictures of the new puppy, and it's so cute! I want a puppy. Or four.

I've realized that every time I walk up to my apartment, I expect there to be someone or something waiting for me at the door. I'm not sure what or, well, who, but I'm expecting it nonetheless. I think this is some sort of strange reaction to not having roomates.

Pete is driving me nuts. He's gone all jealous-like. Everyone do a big happy dance that he lives in LA instead of Seattle.

Tomorrow is zoo day. Yay for the zoo!

“Hey, do you think we can just keep on driving? Just drive and drive until we fall off the edge of the world? Look at that line up there, the horizon. I want to know what’s behind it. I want to get to the other size, to pull back the curtain and see the wizard. I bet if we tried real hard we could drive at just the right speed and shoot off into the edge of nothingness.”
“Uh, no. I think we could drive and drive until we hit Mexico where we could drink enough bad tequila to feel like we’d fallen off the edge of the world.” He doesn’t take his eyes off the road for a second, just answers me distractedly, eyes scanning the road ahead for jackrabbits and drifters, hands mechanically smoothing the wheel. “World’s round, kiddo. Eventually we’d just end up right back where we started.”

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[(Anonymous)]

Hey yo, this is my favorite bit:

"But when I got over there, I realized you weren’t a child. You were wearing too big jeans and a tank top and I noticed that your collarbone, the nubs of your shoulders, even your arms, were delicate and birdlike. The skin stretched over them was thin and white like paper, and I thought that if I pressed on it hard enough I could tear through it.” He looks over at me now and smiles. “It’s still like that, you know. I don’t care how tough you pretend to be; your skin tells all your secrets.
“Anyway, like I said, you were swinging as hard as you could. Your shoes were off and each one of your toenails was painted a different color. You noticed me standing there, took one hand off the swing’s chain, and waved. The movement made you wobble a little bit, like you might fall off, and I gasped and moved foreword to catch you. At the height of your swinging arc you would kick your feet and giggle. ‘What are you doing?’ I called up to you. ‘I’m kicking clouds,’ you answered, like kicking clouds was the most normal thing in the world to be doing. I sat down on the swing next to you and looked up and I swear that when you kicked, they really did move. Those clouds. Man. So you finally slowed down your swing and came to a rest, and you tucked your feet up under you in a way that I still can’t figure out. I looked at you and I wanted to take your shoulders in my hands and crush them, squeeze whatever it was that you had inside of you out so that I could drink it.” He looks at me again. “That sounds kinda crazy. I meant it in the nicest way possible.”"

Toby

[silverfae9]

You know what terrifies me? That I might be missing my chance.