Here I am again, working in the library at S.M., posting out of boredom. I have a lot of books at home I need to read. Library books. The Crying of Lot 49, Siddhartha, Things They Carried, Godric, The Secret Life of Bees, Catch-22, Fight Club, Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, Silence (By Endo Shusaku). I need to read more. I am especially looking forward to next semester: American Novel.
"Well, I'm a guy, but..."
Bulbous. Cheesy.
In other news, it is not always possible to provide footnotes for these entries because sometimes explanations don't exist. Everybody lies.
Give the kid a break.
Why must I be sad?
Nothing's free. But you're free; isn't that what you wanted?
Ugh.
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