September 2011
3 posts
A conversation with my roommate last night
Jordan: Oh, about the sponge. The sponge is a dish sponge, and it’s weird and I know, but I don’t like it touching anything but dishes.
Chris: Oh, yeah, okay, that’s cool.
Jordan: I know, it’s like my weird thing.
Chris: No no it’s fine. We all have our things.
Jordan: Yeah, I guess.
Chris: I like to try and respect everyone’s little things.
Jordan: Cool.
Chris: You know, just so long...
I know I've stolen something, for example
This is to say, not without reservation, that the leanings of tireswings, torrential downpours, and motorboats (which when tipped move like ones heart sinks and sympathetically cause a mild nausea known to sailors and townspeople of means ample enough to the purchasing of such experience in rental or retail situations as symbols of timeless but tawdry quality) are not tied to the ticking of...