telling vespertine to stop eating my wrists: 'ow! babe, stop it. doctor says i'm not supposed to get my wrists bitten off.' ... growing a thin red irish beard. or getting easily discouraged and shaving ... associating songs with people ... phone numbers written on scrap paper ... practicing proper coma etiquette ... flipping on or off two or more light switches at exactly the same time ... throwing egg shells into the sink ... maps ... counting the number of steps i go up or down ... anti-jingoism ... flux capacitors ... viva dry humor ... taking this too seriously ... pretending to know more french than i actually do ... walking the fine line between something and something else ... going back to the drawing board ... challenging international relations theories to a duel ...
so i don't know about bores. maybe you shouldn't feel too sorry if you see some swell girl getting married to them. they don't hurt anybody, most of them, and maybe they're secretly all terrific whistlers or something. who the hell knows? not me.
hip to be squared:
a beginner's guide to exponents.
autobiography:
the story of a car.