About a year ago, Brian gave me a mix tape. I used to walk around listening to it on solitary almost-cold nights, kicking wet leaves beneath me on the sidewalk. Whenever I listen to those songs, it's easy to remember the smallest details of the south side of Fullerton Parkway. In Sholisian fashion, I've been making mix tapes, too. The goal is to create one a day, at least on paper. I am terrible at actually giving people their mix tapes, just as I am a letter hoarder.
From the "dur" files; While sitting at my desk here, wearing headphones and rocking out to Red Stars Theory, I suddenly realized that things might sound better if I were to plug the headphones into the speakers.
Last night I was on my way to Penny's for a snack, and after Jen dropped me off at North/Milwaukee/Damen, I ran into JJ. We both complained about the rampant misuse of apostrophes. Oh, wily copy dorks. And when I walked into Penny's, there was Mr. Weeks! It felt good to see familiar and kind faces within a half-block.
I can't really say anything real or introspective today. I'm feeling too honest for my own good.
From the "dur" files; While sitting at my desk here, wearing headphones and rocking out to Red Stars Theory, I suddenly realized that things might sound better if I were to plug the headphones into the speakers.
Last night I was on my way to Penny's for a snack, and after Jen dropped me off at North/Milwaukee/Damen, I ran into JJ. We both complained about the rampant misuse of apostrophes. Oh, wily copy dorks. And when I walked into Penny's, there was Mr. Weeks! It felt good to see familiar and kind faces within a half-block.
I can't really say anything real or introspective today. I'm feeling too honest for my own good.
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