I blame the brick wall for what happened. I couldn't help it. The brick and the high ceilings, the red wine that I only pretended to like, and the muted television. I don't even miss the way it felt to be close to you, I just pine for the rows upon rows of chalky, uneven, crimson bricks. Trapped in a viscera of cement. I feel for them. I imagine that even if they wanted to escape, they could not.

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I wish that my brother could meet someone and be happy.

If Palin and Mccain get elected...

I swear that I will move to Canada. My French is good enough.

"The only cure for depression is to read."

I think Ethan Hawke is probably a very good kisser.

Hey There, Ike

Apparently there is a monster of a hurricane heading towards Florida. It will probably wreck some mass destruction, and I'm a little disappointed I can't be there to see the uprooted palm trees and swaying traffic lights. I wish that the hurricane could change it's course and blow towards my house to sweep my roommate away; as she has become a heinous bitch as of late.