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I like ironing for relaxation purposes, stealing (borrowing) religious paraphernalia, collecting vintage postcards, secretly aspiring to be a cheesy news anchor, snuggin', not eating meat...
…politics, philosophy, international law, grassroots movements, feminism,"radical" viewpoints, fashion, 3am emails from my momma's crackberry ("im sitting at the bar, shannan's ignoring me. lame."), current tv (addicted), anderson cooper, detroit, bridgette bardot, my momma in general (fabulous), dirty jew boys, dirty any boys, arabic food, marc jacobs ads, starting shit and then bowing out, "a very gay christmas/easter/halloween/etc" at our house, my dad's slow evolution into my grandpa, daring journalism, homemade meals after going out, classy older woman (diane keaton, honestly.), plastic plants, environmental activism, fruit from the farmer's market, pin-up girls/old hollywood glamour, neighborhood bicycle gangs in the summa time, hippie picnics in the woods, jungle fever!, lipstick lesbians, talking heads.
I have a beautiful family and wonderful friends. I like musky books and the stories older people tell. I value loyalty and knowledge. I am overwhelmed by what life has to offer, and fearful I won't experience it all. I'll be happy the day that my mind, my mouth, and my body are in sync. I hope my map is covered in little pins when I die, and my face covered in wrinkles from smiling.
I’m constantly observing those around me, and I live to get to know new people. I really admire people who… I can't figure out within two minutes of talking, have explosive personalities and a strong sense of character, question everything, seek knowledge, make me question myself, disagree with me, are willing to teach me, who surprise me daily, who love their mommas.
now read:
"Girl's New Habits" ...But for the first time in the memory of man, girls from well-bred, respectable middle-class families broke through those invisible chains of custom and asserted their right to a nonchalant, self-sustaining life of their own with a cigarette after every meal and a lover in the evening to wander about with and lend color to life. If the relationship became more intimate than such relationships are supposed to be, there was nothing to be lost that girl could not well dispense with. Her employer asked no questions as to her life outside the office. She had her own salary at the end of the month and asked no other recompense from her lover but his love and companionship. Into the privacy of her snug and pleasant rooms not even her mother nor her oldest brother could penetrate, for she and she alone, unless perhaps one other, carried the only key that would fit the lock. Profoundly shocking as such a state of affairs may seem to large numbers of people, there is no use pretending that it does not exist. There are too many signs abroad to prove that it does. Ministers may extol chastity for women from pulpit rostrums and quote passages from the Old and New Testaments to prove that purity and fidelity are still her most precious assets, but this new woman only shrugs her shoulders and smiles a slow, penetrating, secret smile...
"Flu" Faye's illness had transformed her in a way no diet or face-lift could have. After days of nausea, vertigo, diarrhea; a fast of toast and tea; fever; dreams that came and went more like mirages; an aching lethargy that demanded fourteen-hour sleeping spells from which she'd wake confused, but only too aware of how terribly alone she was, Faye felt better. The usual grim weariness was gone from around her lips. Her eyes no longer peered out like a miner's from swallow tunnels smudged with mascara. They seemed enlarged with lights glowing limpidly from her pale face. Even the shadow beneath her chin, where the darkness most accumulated, had turned away. It was as if everything essential had burned away. "What happened to you?" Aldo blurted, startled by the sight of her sitting, legs crossed, back behind the reception desk. "Flu," Faye said. "Everybody's getting it. I mean, you sit up here in front all day and you're going to come in contact with everything anybody walks in with." "Everybody should get so sick," Aldo said. It seemed to Faye an odd remark at the time, but she ignored it and kept talking, about the job, the weather, the flu epidemic. It was the first conversation she'd had since she'd been sick and she clung to it, needing desperately to talk, aware the entire time of how Aldo was watching her. And later, when people would ask them how they met and fell in love, it was always Aldo who would answer. "Flu." He'd smile earnestly. "It all started with flu. I still haven't recovered."
"In regard to cruelties committed in the name of a free society, some are guilty, but all are responsible."
-Lucas Krost