- Me: I never could kick it with mission broads. I couldn't hang when it was hood, I couldn't be cool when it was hipster, and I can't develop now that it's all techies.
- Travis: Bitches, man.
mattmoment asked: Why would you make fun of Morrissey?! I thought you were on the team, Fraction! He's so sad already and he's getting old and he's so gorgeous and I'd leave my wife for him even at this age and I lost my virginity to a Smiths song too and <melts into sobbing mess>
because he is terrible and getting my v-card punched to that terrible record was terrible
A Force From Above
- Me: I love Greg the probation worker.
- Sara: Me too! He's so sad this season.
- Adam: He's so GREAT and angry and wonderful. The shooting scene.
- Me: The song!
- Me: [turns to Kelsey] IIIIIII'MMMM SOOOO IN LOVE WITH YOOOUUUUUU HURTS THE SOOOOULLLL...
- Kelsey: ...
- Me: [edging closer] MAAAAKKKEEE LOOOOOVE YOUR GOOOOAAAAL...
- Kelsey: WHY IS HE DOING THIS?
- Adam: Stop that!
I’d lived a detached and carefully controlled existence — all detailed planning, trying to stay safe, trying to reconstruct the events and the people who’d gone before — a sixteen-month life of dusty facts, static stories, and silent archeology. But today changed everything. The world around me had transformed into a hot liquid thing, alive and twisting with real events happening now and with unknowable possibility fingers stretching towards the future. For me, the perspective shift was huge; a change in the nature of time, a rush of things happening that couldn’t be slowed or re-examined or re-translated or pondered over at a later date because — because now I was part of the picture, I was involved.
—Steven Hall (The Raw Shark Texts)
Somewhere not too deep in my heart I’m looking forward to getting older so I can stop wearing overly sharp “hey girls fuck me because I’m super dapper” suits and start wearing “I don’t give a shit because I’m either a grouchy dad or too old to give a fuck” suits. YEAH IT’S A STUPID THING BUT THIS IS MY STUPID BLOG AND I HAVE A STUPID LIFE. IN YOUR FACE, SOCIAL CONTRACT! IN YOUR FAAAAAAAACCCEEEEE
There’s a DJ in this weird little Richmond cafe for some reason and he’s playing the silliest scratches of hip-hop classics and I kind of love it more than I love life and the blood in my veins and silly postmodern genre novels, at least in this moment, which is all moments, as I am human and my apparatus only experiences the present, no matter how I strive to perceive otherwise. In this, we see all truth and imperfections in the same cold light — we are as transient as our sensations. Also, “Ante Up” is still the shit.
- Sarah: Jesus, my boobs look huge in this picture.
- Me: There's a reason for that.
- Sarah: Oh yeah?
- Me: You have huge boobs.
- Matt: We're sorry we kept this from you.
- Me: Imagine the free drinks you've missed out on.
Shit, it is as cold as everyone’s bitching about.