yearwithoutasummer

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November 2010

48 posts

Kirsten and I are having Thanksgiving alone in Baltimore this year. But, instead of getting depressed, hiding under the blankets, getting drunk on wine, and weeping to her mom on the phone, she’s in the kitchen joyfully humming, bragging to her mom via text, and cooking the most glorious feast of my life. She’s made/is making: Brined Organic Turkey Sweet Honey Dinner Rolls Orange...

n: what's that movie about the spanish transvestite?

m: all about my mother.

I wish I had a special copy of Slacker that ran forever. Just infinite ’90s nostalgia. College kids and twenty-somethings were so much cooler when I wasn’t one.