I woke up incredibly angry this morning. What was I angry at? Myself. Why? Because last night, I had a vampire dream. I’m not going to tell you about the dream, just that they involved Twilight, and the mere embarrassment of that fact made me utterly angry.
… at myself.
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I remember that for the very first six months of my senior thesis, the entirety of the oeuvre was, “…just sittin’ here watchin’ the curser blink.”
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I remember the first time I heard about an “asian fusion” restaurant, I couldn’t help but think about siamese twins.
