Wednesday, August 31, 2011
I've been watching old shocking tater tarts videos and now I wish you were awake and we could drink and record and swim in roth pond. I want you to know that my plans in life are to follow you around like a puppy. one day I'll write you a novel. you are amazing and inspiring and you have cute ears. I'm drinking beer. that's all.
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Monday, August 22, 2011
Perfetto
Tonight was wonderful.
Always look up.
I hope I have the courage tomorrow.
You make me cry, but in a good way. Thank you for allowing us to be what we used to be. Sosososo much to come from us. You are the icing to my Oreo cookie.
Always look up.
I hope I have the courage tomorrow.
You make me cry, but in a good way. Thank you for allowing us to be what we used to be. Sosososo much to come from us. You are the icing to my Oreo cookie.
Friday, August 19, 2011
I heart you sososososo much. I'm kind of drunk. But still so much heart. Sunday <3 Or maybe today, but it looks like it's going to rain and so mini golf seems unlikely/absurd/implausible/unlikely/far off/distant/dubious/slight/not likely.
I'm working on my synonyms.
Anyways, I just meant to say I heart you so much. I realized in my response to Arthur I took one step back (as per your "LOL"), but then I took two forward.
I'm working on my synonyms.
Anyways, I just meant to say I heart you so much. I realized in my response to Arthur I took one step back (as per your "LOL"), but then I took two forward.
Dear Betty,
I bought you an adobe inspired house in San Jose. It looks like it was molded from clay by stubby fingered monkeys. There is a lovely rose garden in the yard and the Sun sets directly into the chimney. The air outside smells like birthdays and there is a beautiful vineyard that is walking distance from the house. It's really quite nice. The only hitch is that there is a minor gnome infestation. It's rooted in the garden but slowly they infiltrated the wine cellar and pushed their way up to the attic. They are harmless creatures, but they are overtly mischievous and really can create a whirl storm of chaos.
With the house, I have purchased a short guide to aid you in dealing with these pesky gnomes. The main point illustrated in the guide is cooperation over antagonism. If you oppose them, they will make your life difficult. If you accept their antics as warm-hearted tugs of fate, your life really will become rather amusing.
I will soon write you a letter describing in greater detail the nature of these kooky gnomes. Until then, hope all is well in New York.
Do write back soon,
Marie
I bought you an adobe inspired house in San Jose. It looks like it was molded from clay by stubby fingered monkeys. There is a lovely rose garden in the yard and the Sun sets directly into the chimney. The air outside smells like birthdays and there is a beautiful vineyard that is walking distance from the house. It's really quite nice. The only hitch is that there is a minor gnome infestation. It's rooted in the garden but slowly they infiltrated the wine cellar and pushed their way up to the attic. They are harmless creatures, but they are overtly mischievous and really can create a whirl storm of chaos.
With the house, I have purchased a short guide to aid you in dealing with these pesky gnomes. The main point illustrated in the guide is cooperation over antagonism. If you oppose them, they will make your life difficult. If you accept their antics as warm-hearted tugs of fate, your life really will become rather amusing.
I will soon write you a letter describing in greater detail the nature of these kooky gnomes. Until then, hope all is well in New York.
Do write back soon,
Marie
Floop
You wrote that so good! This is going to be written poorly because I'm rushing it in between projects. The life of a working woman!
I so entirely forgive you for talking smack, it doesn't even need to be brought up. Two reasons why:
1. The people you told don't matter. I'm not sure if we talked about that yet, but if not you can ask Marina. I really just don't care. If we didn't talk about it soberly yet, we should Sunday (I have a baby naming at some point that I have to go to first... some Jewish thing).
2. I've done it. Maybe not about you (then again about you), so I know how incredibly easy it is to get swept into that culture when you are around it. I don't know why I'm being vague. When you are around these specific people, it's so easy to get wrapped up in it. Maybe it's something to do with human nature. I just added a gossiping book to my Wish List. I'd let you read it when I'm done if you buy me a house in San Jose.
Yet, while I'm all for letting go, I also readily admit that my personality makes me feel the need to say how I feel about situations. There are so many things I could and want to say to Arthur, but don't. Yet with something like cheating on my boyfriend--not saying anything to anyone doesn't really seem to make sense. I'm not ranting or bitching to people, I'm correcting an image of myself. Something I have the right to do. Just as much as I told you that you were wrong, Arthur needs to be told he is--because it has to do with me.
As far as the reseponse. Well, I don't like him. I think he has serious issues and so, yes, I am hesitant when Marina or you or anyone I know is around him. Historically it never ends well for either party and while I wish I didn't care if people talk about me, he is often a huge part of the initiation. But he can live his life, and I can live mine. We operate in such completely different and separated worlds it baffles me how and why he told anyone ANYTHING about me. I'm tired of living a life where I have to worry about what my friends are saying about me, or spending too much time fighting and being angry.
Recently I've become so close with Daisy, Kelly (the girl from Florence that I told you you would love, but she never ended up leaving New Mexico), Corey (yes, Corey), and maybe one or two other random ass people. NONE of them are truly friends with one another. We're not all one huge circle of gossip and disloyalty. Even if we were, I would never in a million years think if I turned my back, I couldn't trust them.
Working 70 hours a week leaves little time for me to care. Mix that in with not being around that group of unbelievably warped, untrustworthy renegades--I've had time to breathe. So believe me when I say: I'm so over it.
P.S. This font gets more ridiculous with every post.
I so entirely forgive you for talking smack, it doesn't even need to be brought up. Two reasons why:
1. The people you told don't matter. I'm not sure if we talked about that yet, but if not you can ask Marina. I really just don't care. If we didn't talk about it soberly yet, we should Sunday (I have a baby naming at some point that I have to go to first... some Jewish thing).
2. I've done it. Maybe not about you (then again about you), so I know how incredibly easy it is to get swept into that culture when you are around it. I don't know why I'm being vague. When you are around these specific people, it's so easy to get wrapped up in it. Maybe it's something to do with human nature. I just added a gossiping book to my Wish List. I'd let you read it when I'm done if you buy me a house in San Jose.
Yet, while I'm all for letting go, I also readily admit that my personality makes me feel the need to say how I feel about situations. There are so many things I could and want to say to Arthur, but don't. Yet with something like cheating on my boyfriend--not saying anything to anyone doesn't really seem to make sense. I'm not ranting or bitching to people, I'm correcting an image of myself. Something I have the right to do. Just as much as I told you that you were wrong, Arthur needs to be told he is--because it has to do with me.
As far as the reseponse. Well, I don't like him. I think he has serious issues and so, yes, I am hesitant when Marina or you or anyone I know is around him. Historically it never ends well for either party and while I wish I didn't care if people talk about me, he is often a huge part of the initiation. But he can live his life, and I can live mine. We operate in such completely different and separated worlds it baffles me how and why he told anyone ANYTHING about me. I'm tired of living a life where I have to worry about what my friends are saying about me, or spending too much time fighting and being angry.
Recently I've become so close with Daisy, Kelly (the girl from Florence that I told you you would love, but she never ended up leaving New Mexico), Corey (yes, Corey), and maybe one or two other random ass people. NONE of them are truly friends with one another. We're not all one huge circle of gossip and disloyalty. Even if we were, I would never in a million years think if I turned my back, I couldn't trust them.
Working 70 hours a week leaves little time for me to care. Mix that in with not being around that group of unbelievably warped, untrustworthy renegades--I've had time to breathe. So believe me when I say: I'm so over it.
P.S. This font gets more ridiculous with every post.
On that note, I should give you a heads up that a couple months ago I drunkenly mentioned the Florence blog to Arthur, which is probably what he's referring to. I'm sorry :(
Anyway, good response! But I think it's better not to waste your breath.
For some reason we forgot that friendship is not supposed to be like this. Our friends don't exist so that we can constantly struggle for their approval and wonder what they're saying about us behind our backs. Everyone talks shit about everyone and no one is safe. It's hard not to get caught up in.
My logic for ending our friendship was that if you have a lot of bad things to say about someone that you can't say to their face, then a healthy, functional friendship is not possible. Of course I eventually realized that the root of my animosity towards you was a pleasant mixture of insanity and preoccupation with the past, but in terms of everyone else...well, the phrase "let go" carries a lot of weight.
I've heard a lot of people say a lot of things about you, and I'm embarrassed to say that I participated.
I was never that person, and I don't know why I waited until adulthood to become that person. But I learned a lot from reflecting on how I was acting. After you directly told me you did not cheat on Steve I should have taken it on your good faith for two reasons:
1. you're my friend
(and most importantly) 2. it's none of my god damn business!
The stupid thing is, if these people were actually concerned about you cheating on Steve, they would have told Steve instead of EVERYONE ELSE. Your alleged infidelity really just became a source of entertainment rather than a source of moral high ground.
Someone ought to write a book on the principles of friendship. What these people have created is closer to a circle of critics than a circle of friends.
You used to be one of my favorite people, before all the bad things happened, and then you were one of my least favorite people and I treated you like a used condom. But I can safely say that in the past few weeks you have been restored to the position of "one of my favorite people" because I finally remembered what was so great about our friendship and more importantly what was so great about you.
My retrotransformed definition of friendship: pumpkin carving, haunted houses, movie nights, hibachi grills, shared love of things like puppies and wine, pot luck, philosophical drivel, exploration (not sexual), cooking, marshmallows roasting in the open fire, honesty, macaroni and cheese, christmas.
These people are only weighing you down. The world is so much bigger and greater than all of them.
Anyway, good response! But I think it's better not to waste your breath.
For some reason we forgot that friendship is not supposed to be like this. Our friends don't exist so that we can constantly struggle for their approval and wonder what they're saying about us behind our backs. Everyone talks shit about everyone and no one is safe. It's hard not to get caught up in.
My logic for ending our friendship was that if you have a lot of bad things to say about someone that you can't say to their face, then a healthy, functional friendship is not possible. Of course I eventually realized that the root of my animosity towards you was a pleasant mixture of insanity and preoccupation with the past, but in terms of everyone else...well, the phrase "let go" carries a lot of weight.
I've heard a lot of people say a lot of things about you, and I'm embarrassed to say that I participated.
I was never that person, and I don't know why I waited until adulthood to become that person. But I learned a lot from reflecting on how I was acting. After you directly told me you did not cheat on Steve I should have taken it on your good faith for two reasons:
1. you're my friend
(and most importantly) 2. it's none of my god damn business!
The stupid thing is, if these people were actually concerned about you cheating on Steve, they would have told Steve instead of EVERYONE ELSE. Your alleged infidelity really just became a source of entertainment rather than a source of moral high ground.
Someone ought to write a book on the principles of friendship. What these people have created is closer to a circle of critics than a circle of friends.
You used to be one of my favorite people, before all the bad things happened, and then you were one of my least favorite people and I treated you like a used condom. But I can safely say that in the past few weeks you have been restored to the position of "one of my favorite people" because I finally remembered what was so great about our friendship and more importantly what was so great about you.
My retrotransformed definition of friendship: pumpkin carving, haunted houses, movie nights, hibachi grills, shared love of things like puppies and wine, pot luck, philosophical drivel, exploration (not sexual), cooking, marshmallows roasting in the open fire, honesty, macaroni and cheese, christmas.
These people are only weighing you down. The world is so much bigger and greater than all of them.
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