Again, I can't remember reading this, although I know I did. Perhaps this was the volume I bought because it had a David Foster Wallace story that I hadn't read in it. The cover might have been purple?
Oh, well.
posted by angela at 12:57 PM
the library rules my life and time. my asthma keeps me from doing all the smoking i would like to do. "chumming for sharks" is my favorite phrase. my mother and i got divorces within a month of each other. she does not like my tattoos. my dad used to dig graves for a living- his philosophy on his career is 'you have to find something that you love to do. i love to put people in the ground.' i call my stomach my 'snooter.' i have a deep affection for sleeping bags, yet find camping off-putting. i am not a people/morning person. dead dog stories make me cry. dead people stories make me want to read more dead people stories. it all adds up to the kind of alienation that money can't buy.
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