Judging a high school acting competition… Haha love these rules! :) (Taken with instagram)
Bourbon! (Taken with instagram)
Sooo I guess my boss is having another murder mystery… (Taken with instagram)
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I asked him did he really love New York or was he just wearing the shirt. He smiled, like he was nervous. I could tell he didn’t understand, which made me feel guilty for speaking English, for some reason. I pointed at his shir. “Do? You? Really? Love? New York?” He said, “New York?” I said, “Your. Shirt.” He looked at his shirt. I pointed at the N and said “New,” and the Y and said “York.” He looked confused, or embarrassed, or surprised, or maybe even mad. I couldn’t tell what he was feeling, because I couldn’t speak the language of his feelings. “I not know was New York. In Chinese, ny mean ‘you.’ Thought was ‘I love you.’ ” It was then that I noticed the “I ♥ NY” poster on the wall, and the “I ♥ NY” flag over the door, and the “I ♥ NY” dishtowels, and the “I ♥ NY” lunchbox on the kitchen table. I asked him, “Well, then why do you love everybody so much?”
Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close, Jonathan Safran Foer
SADNESSES OF THE INTELLECT: Sadness of being misunderstood [sic]; Humor sadness; Sadness of love wit[hou]t release; Sadne[ss of be]ing smart; Sadness of not knowing enough words to [express what you mean]; Sadness of having options; Sadness of wanting sadness; Sadness of confusion; Sadness of domes[tic]ated birds; Sadness of fini[shi]ng a book; Sadness of remembering; Sadness of forgetting; Anxiety sadness….
