Thursday, April 14, 2011

Someone just spoke to me in German and I have no idea what he said. I just said, "Ja," and kept typing. This afternoon I read a lot of American Psycho and then had dreams about sex and serial killers. The book makes me flinch and cringe. One of the teachers asked if I liked thrillers when I told him what I was reading and I tried to explain to him that it's not really a thriller. It's commentary about America. What's not commentary about America? 

It sucks to hear that you've hurt someone. It's much easier to perceive of yourself as the victim. 

I'm really broke, but it's payday tomorrow and I got a free macchiato today, so I'm not really as glum as I look. 

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