Um, why do strawberries only last approximately 2.8 days?
- me: dude
- i love ny
- Allin: you have no choice but to love DC
- for the next year
omg. i’ve mastered the art of literally doing only what’s due the next day. or hour.
edit: OH HEY. I think this is what Sheryl Sandberg calls “ruthless prioritizing”.
Scene 1: I’m lying in bed thinking about next-year plans
Scene 2: I’ve just finished reading an entire about.com article on “how to become a comedy tv writer”.
Time to cease all thinking.
“customer service”-type communications carried out on Facebook makes me wince.
people being too-perfectly courteous to other people makes me wince.
I blame my not really knowing about ‘I Knew You Were Trouble’ for the past 3 months on the fact that Red is not on Spotify
When there’s a tough night ahead, sometimes the only thing that helps is peeking at the bygone weeks on iCal and remembering I’ve done it before.
I’m going to sleep at 12:30 tonight because my right eye feels really, really tired.
Could it be, after all these years of evading the glasses I probably should have been wearing since 6th grade, I finally need to surrender?
Do I have to get contacts, and, alas — touch my eyeball with my very own finger?
Good-night for now.
I wouldn’t mind spending the summer just learning languages.
It’s about this time of the year — amidst lackluster efforts to secure legitimate plans — that I develop unorthodox thoughts about the summer.
IT DAWNED ON ME.
must not send emails to different people - whom i have very different relationships with - back to back.
my sense of propriety gets jumbled and i do not think carefully enough about what kind of language each specific relationship demands.