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About Me

"The thing is, I really like saying yes. I like new things, projects, plans, getting people together and doing something, trying something, even when its corny or stupid. I am not good at saying no. And I do not get along with people who say no. When you die, and it really could be this afternoon, under the same bus wheels Ill stick my head if need be, you will not be happy about having said no. You will be kicking your ass about all the nos youve said. No to that opportunity, or no to that trip to Nova Scotia or no to that night out, or no to that project or no to that person who wants to be naked with you but you worry about what your friends will say.No is for wimps. No is for pussies. No is to live small and embittered, cherishing the opportunities you missed because they might have sent the wrong message." --Dave Eggers bgsound src="http://assets

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Holden Caulfield. He really knocks me out. Him and I will run away together, go somewhere magnificent like Europe or Fiji. We may elope, or we may never feel the need to. Either way, we'll be in love, and it sure as hell won't be phony. We'll leave our friends and families behind, cutting off all ties to the real world. Holden and I will never talk about gas mileage, just about the ducks in the pond. I would love to tell him where the ducks go. Maybe we'll find them somewhere along our journey, somewhere down south where it's always warm. God, I can't wait. It'll be crazy as hell...

Find your own pose !

Music:

Elliott Smith. Tom Waits. Broken Social Scene. Of Montreal.

Television:

The Daily Show

Books:

Salinger, Eggers, Hornby, Vonnegut, Camus, Sedaris, Plath, Foer

Heroes:

my cat, Mikey

My Blog

Beauty

Life is a pretty strange thing. It's sad, painful, miserable. It's joyful, amazing, beautiful. One day it's sunny, the next the street is blanketed with snow.Life is all mine. I can do, be, think, say...
Posted by Franny Glass on Thu, 30 Nov 2006 10:28:00 PST

Dream

Last night I had the most incredible dream: After attending a funeral in Portland over the weekend, I rode the grehound bus back up to Seattle in order to finish out the school year. At the bus stati...
Posted by Franny Glass on Mon, 05 Jun 2006 10:09:00 PST

The House Finch's Fate

Claire sits underneath an awning on a wooden bench (the same bench she sits on every single day as she waits for the bus to come and take her home, the bench whose green glossy paint is cracked and pe...
Posted by Franny Glass on Tue, 28 Feb 2006 06:17:00 PST

These things I know

Things that make me sad: Confusion. Idiocy. Others' ignorance. My own ignorance. Being away from Portland. Not sleeping enough. A bad race. A long "to do" list. My impatience. Knowing that their are ...
Posted by Franny Glass on Thu, 27 Oct 2005 09:00:00 PST

Open Letter

An Open Letter to the Young Man Who Complained About the Girl Who Threw Up in His Mouth At a Party Last Weekend: Dear Young Man: I only caught a tidbit of the conversation you were having with your ...
Posted by Franny Glass on Thu, 27 Oct 2005 08:45:00 PST

For you, someday.

I see you, and gradually, slowly, I find that I want you. I don't want to possess you. I just want to hold you. I want to breath you in, inhale you, feel you rushing inside of my body like a...
Posted by Franny Glass on Thu, 15 Sep 2005 12:22:00 PST

I'll respect you.

Lauren Spinx. Scott Ekstrom. Kaitlin Convery. Gay-bashing, Bush-loving, Jesus-freaks. But really, who cares? I spent my entire high school career hating these people -- not disliking them, not ...
Posted by Franny Glass on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

You fucked the suburbs out of me

I feel as if the truly great times or adventures in life must be accompanied by truly great music. Therefore, every summer I have declared a theme song for myself, something that is meant to inspire a...
Posted by Franny Glass on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

The contruction workers are playing god again

My house has been under attack for days. It's the Russians. I'm sure of it. They are performing reconnaisance missions in large fighter jets that break the sound barrier. They had better be careful, b...
Posted by Franny Glass on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

"Yes, I'm fine"

My mom and Mark keep asking me if I'm okay. I want to tell them yes, that everything is going great, that I only have 4 days of school left, that I start my new job on sunday, that I'm finally going t...
Posted by Franny Glass on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST