January 2011
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That awkward moment when you still cannot...
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So who do I want to be when I grow up?
Matty in the Morning or Carrie Bradshaw?
One’s a fictitional New York City writer and the other a male on-air radio personality.
I fancy such attainable goals for myself, don’t you agree?
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Emerson College Today!
Back home on Boylston!
Wicked stoked. Not psyched for 8ams…but fuck it! I go to class 3 days a week.
yah jealous?
Curse that fucker for the slight acquired Boston accent. This ain’t southie, it’s downtown!
Hope this semester starts as good as the last one ended or my sitch is about to get reeeeeeel awkward…story of my life, rioght?
Oh well! Cheers to EC Spring 2011!
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Punk Rock Love is... →
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hurricanejessie:
Punk Rock Love is… by Aaron Cometbus Originally appeared in the May 1992 Cometbus Also found in Despite Everything: A Cometbus Omnibus
Punk Rock Love is…
Punk rock love is fucking behind the dumpster down the street from the show. Fucking in the shower at the Hotel Carlton. Making out in the recycle bin. Looking at her tattoos while she’s asleep. Taking showers...
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History repeats itself...
The more time I spend in the ‘boro the more I feel myself being drawn back into a me of the past. It’s weird and I feel like I’ve changed too much to be her anymore. I’ve grown far too much over this semester to be completely comfortable here anymore and every time I go back to the city I feel at home.
Very nostalgic dinner last night. Just shows me really how distant...
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My hands
and feet are always freezing…
I must be dead.
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