shit talk compost pile

shit talk from June 7, 2011, 6:19 pm

2011-06-07T11:19:00.001-07:00

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I am sick of all of these new anthologies. I want someone to be bold enough to just publish a book they believe in.

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shit talk from May 3, 2011, 6:32 pm

2011-05-03T11:32:00.001-07:00

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fuckin shit face

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shit talk from February 1, 2011, 10:27 am

2011-02-01T02:27:00.001-08:00

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money walks

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shit talk from November 3, 2010, 3:17 pm

2010-11-03T08:17:00.001-07:00

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shit talking bin stolen my years - text goes here

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shit talk from November 3, 2010, 7:18 am

2010-11-03T00:18:00.001-07:00

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I'm so tired of worrying. Even drinking doesn't fix it. Some nights I just wanna put a bullet somewhere effective and not have to worry about anything anymore.

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shit talk from October 12, 2010, 5:37 pm

2010-10-12T10:37:00.001-07:00

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Clyde Dickerson, I was lot without you. *dedicates Faithfully to you one last time*

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shit talk from July 29, 2010, 5:11 am

2010-07-28T22:11:00.001-07:00

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...most of us will never be published.

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shit talk from July 8, 2010, 5:53 am

2010-07-07T22:53:00.001-07:00

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Fuck up of the day

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shit talk from June 18, 2010, 9:25 am

2010-06-18T02:25:00.001-07:00

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What is this, I wondered. Shit talking is fun. Composting is boring. Is this where I can put those thoughts to rest, rotting in the shit talk compost bin. I'd really rather throw them out with the rest of the garbage.

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shit talk from June 6, 2010, 9:38 pm

2010-06-06T14:38:00.001-07:00

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are you still there?

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shit talk from May 28, 2010, 8:09 pm

2010-05-28T13:09:00.001-07:00

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Dear Evelyn Hampton, While we are not personally acquainted, we are very fond of your work and are piecing together a book project of which we would love for you to be a part. The description of our project is as follows: We are putting together a collection of blurbs for books that do not exist. The idea is to ask writers, theorists, and text-makers whom we admire to imagine that they've just read the most amazing book they've ever encountered and are now going to write a short promotional blurb for the back cover. These will be compiled as the Official Catalog of the Library of Potential Literature. The phrase 'potential literature' is, of course, highly associated with the Oulipo group. We're choosing to use it here because, as the Oulipo says, their project properly is to think of forms and potential books, not necessarily to bring them into being. Literature is potential literature when it is that shimmering non-work of total possibility. The Catalog will be a series of descriptive fragments that together evoke a library of wonderful--maybe even impossible--books; books that, in spite or even because of their non-existence, excite and fascinate. Each paragraph will be the promise of the unopened book in the moment before reading. Please let us know if this seems like something to which you would like to contribute. We don't need any text from you right away, but it would be really helpful to know whether or not you are interested. As for the details of the project: Willows Wept Press has agreed to release the compilation of blurbs as a small limited edition book. The tentative release date is for next fall and we are hoping to have all of our texts compiled by the end of July (though we can be somewhat flexible about that). Also, in case you are wondering, some of the other writers who have agreed to participate include Brian Evenson, Blake Butler, Vanessa Place, Marjorie Perloff, Diane Williams, Warren Motte, and Alexandra Chasin. Please let us know if you have any questions or ideas. Best, Ben Segal and Erinrose Mager benbensegal@gmail.com erinrose.mager@gmail.com

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shit talk from May 12, 2010, 5:46 am

2010-05-11T22:46:00.000-07:00

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Why is every woman on the planet prettier, smarter or sexier than I am?

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shit talk from May 6, 2010, 6:47 am

2010-05-05T23:47:00.001-07:00

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...I still wish I was dead.

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shit talk from May 5, 2010, 5:31 pm

2010-05-05T10:31:00.001-07:00

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The logical/spirit mind is very relieved this has happened. The emotional/meat mind is nearly frantic because this has happened. I'm trying to stay in the spirit mind, but will the meat mind ever heal if I don't let it grieve?

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shit talk from May 1, 2010, 10:33 pm

2010-05-01T15:33:00.001-07:00

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Red is the new pink.

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shit talk from April 25, 2010, 8:36 am

2010-04-25T01:36:00.001-07:00

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Hello my friend.

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shit talk from April 21, 2010, 7:35 pm

2010-04-21T12:35:00.001-07:00

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Posted here because I need to get it out and you probably don't want to hear this. I know that it's raining right now for you. I know I cannot stop the rain. But please reach out for me. I may not stop the rain, but let me be your umbrella. If I can't clear the skies and bring the sun, at least let me keep you warm and dry.

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shit talk from April 15, 2010, 5:06 am

2010-04-14T22:06:00.001-07:00

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Every time you pretend to care it confuses the hell out of me. I wish you'd just stop it and be honest.

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shit talk from April 6, 2010, 3:19 pm

2010-04-06T08:19:00.001-07:00

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Alexis is a robot! Goddamn I never realized this previously.

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shit talk from April 5, 2010, 8:37 pm

2010-04-05T13:37:00.001-07:00

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Damn reCAPTCHA updating their API, they need to start versioning their URLs or something smart like that.

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shit talk from April 5, 2010, 8:29 pm

2010-04-05T13:29:00.001-07:00

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Shit I forgot to put out those plants! Don't take the ones I grew for myself goddamnit.

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shit talk from March 23, 2010, 12:59 am

2010-03-22T17:59:00.001-07:00

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many cans of pee

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shit talk from March 22, 2010, 5:19 am

2010-03-21T22:19:00.001-07:00

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i wasted time back then and nothing happened

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shit talk from March 22, 2010, 5:08 am

2010-03-21T22:08:00.001-07:00

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i'm so tired of not being sure

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shit talk from March 15, 2010, 1:31 am

2010-03-14T18:31:00.001-07:00

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My love is like a balloon Picture of childlike joy Shiny Bouyant Seemingly with a life of its own Easily won Reach out and grasp the string It is yours .... Ah, But that string Thin and tenuous Never forget it is yours It flies into the autumn sky Never to return

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shit talk from March 9, 2010, 5:38 pm

2010-03-09T09:38:00.001-08:00

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You're full of shit and beetles.

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shit talk from March 4, 2010, 10:07 pm

2010-03-04T14:07:00.001-08:00

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Do you think I'm stupid? You said you were going to a conference. I called the city information, there's no such conference. You think just posting "missing someone" means I'll assume it's for me? Do you think I'm stupid? Once a cheater, always a cheater. You're up to your old tricks again, you low down lying three-timing slimy dog.

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shit talk from March 4, 2010, 3:20 pm

2010-03-04T07:20:00.001-08:00

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So much happier when I'm NOT with you!

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shit talk from February 26, 2010, 5:40 am

2010-02-25T21:40:00.001-08:00

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I hate myself for loving you. I hate this insecure depressed little whiny needy bitch that you've turned me into. I hate the way you always leave me with juuust enough to keep hanging on. I hate that you took a happy, satisfied and generally good person and turned me into a cheating and unsatisfied with everything in my life person. Either start being romantic again or get the fuck out of my life. All I do is spend every day aching for you and wanting you and generally being either depressed or pissed off because of the distant way you treat me, and then you have the temerity to ask me how I can possibly doubt your feelings for me. Maybe if you'd actually say 1/10th of the uplifting things I say to you I wouldn't be fucked up like this and trying to hide it from every damn person I know.

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shit talk from February 10, 2010, 2:09 pm

2010-02-10T06:09:00.001-08:00

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Well, that was rude as hell, cutting off the conversation like that. You realize it looks like I caught you having sex with someone else so you just ditched out on me, right?

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shit talk from January 28, 2010, 9:18 pm

2010-01-28T13:18:00.001-08:00

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taxes forever

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shit talk from January 26, 2010, 10:01 pm

2010-01-26T14:01:00.001-08:00

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Why am I so helpless to his advances? I never meant to have an internet lover when I already have one in real life. I'm just SO HELPLESS to his advances! I feel so guilty, but apparently not guilty enough to stop, which just makes it worse. It was supposed to stay role play. And then it was never supposed to get out of the livechat box. But tomorrow it's Naked LivePhone time. How the hell did this happen? Why does he turn me on so much??

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shit talk from January 25, 2010, 9:52 pm

2010-01-25T13:52:00.001-08:00

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Now the bin is back in business!

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shit talk from January 25, 2010, 1:10 am

2010-01-24T17:10:00.001-08:00

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The compost bin is now a plugin!

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shit talk from January 22, 2010, 11:50 pm

2010-01-22T23:50:00.001-08:00

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How do I tell him I love him as much as he loves me, but remind him that this is only the infatuation phase?

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shit talk from January 18, 2010, 8:54 pm

2010-01-18T20:54:00.001-08:00

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I do not need you. But damn it hurts that you don't want me.

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shit talk from January 16, 2010, 12:06 pm

2010-01-16T12:06:00.001-08:00

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I don't feel like babysitting.

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shit talk from January 14, 2010, 11:50 pm

2010-01-14T23:50:00.001-08:00

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you promised. and yet.

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shit talk from January 7, 2010, 2:27 pm

2010-01-07T14:27:00.001-08:00

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Will you just STFU and get back in character? Every SECOND you're OOC you're fucking up IC relationship! Are you DENSE???

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shit talk from January 5, 2010, 9:27 pm

2010-01-05T21:27:00.001-08:00

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the grey cat killed a black and white bird. oh dear.

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shit talk from January 5, 2010, 9:25 pm

2010-01-05T21:25:00.001-08:00

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nervous energy radiates from you, my brother.

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shit talk from December 29, 2009, 1:08 pm

2009-12-29T13:08:00.001-08:00

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I am an idiot. I will put you out of my mind.

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shit talk from December 27, 2009, 1:26 pm

2009-12-27T13:26:00.001-08:00

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richard sommons

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shit talk from December 23, 2009, 6:15 pm

2009-12-23T18:15:00.001-08:00

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it amuses me every time she says she lacks the milk of human kindness since she is the kindest person i know my heart breaks again if you don't love me, let me go and i should not take pleasure in her marriage failing, but i do.

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shit talk from December 22, 2009, 7:38 pm

2009-12-22T19:38:00.001-08:00

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I don't have any shit talk today! Merry Christmas!

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shit talk from December 20, 2009, 4:23 pm

2009-12-20T16:23:00.001-08:00

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three colors of green attacked the fire

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shit talk from December 20, 2009, 4:22 pm

2009-12-20T16:22:00.001-08:00

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i ate the landrover

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shit talk from December 20, 2009, 10:27 am

2009-12-20T10:27:00.001-08:00

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Am I hypersensitive?

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shit talk from December 18, 2009, 12:12 am

2009-12-18T00:12:00.001-08:00

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It sometimes feels like all you people do is hurt me.

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shit talk from December 14, 2009, 12:57 pm

2009-12-14T12:57:00.001-08:00

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you did forget about me. Both of you.

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shit talk from December 7, 2009, 3:17 pm

2009-12-07T15:17:00.001-08:00

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my armpit itches.

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shit talk from December 2, 2009, 10:51 pm

2009-12-02T22:51:00.001-08:00

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every time you whine i want to punch you.

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shit talk from December 1, 2009, 7:30 pm

2009-12-01T19:30:00.001-08:00

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I love you in a way that you will never know. I could love you in other ways, but I don't think that you will ever want me like that. But all that is ok, because life just is. Thank you for letting me see that. Have a beautiful like. -X

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shit talk from November 30, 2009, 9:21 pm

2009-11-30T21:21:00.001-08:00

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your cat clawing at people is not, and never will be, cute.

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shit talk from November 30, 2009, 2:47 pm

2009-11-30T14:47:00.001-08:00

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Why does every tiny little thing hurt so badly?

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shit talk from November 30, 2009, 2:26 pm

2009-11-30T14:26:00.001-08:00

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often i want to kick people when they're down.

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shit talk from November 29, 2009, 9:08 pm

2009-11-29T21:08:00.001-08:00

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the neighbor refuses to talk to us these days.

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shit talk from November 29, 2009, 9:00 pm

2009-11-29T21:00:00.001-08:00

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Where did I put my cat.

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shit talk from November 28, 2009, 11:45 am

2009-11-28T11:45:00.001-08:00

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Of course I win.

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shit talk from November 27, 2009, 11:50 pm

2009-11-27T23:50:00.001-08:00

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Why does it bother me so much that no one I like wants to date my online character?

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shit talk from November 27, 2009, 11:48 pm

2009-11-27T23:48:00.001-08:00

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Maybe if you want someone to talk to you, you should try to email them, hmmm??

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shit talk from November 25, 2009, 12:33 pm

2009-11-25T12:33:00.001-08:00

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Missing you so much, wish we coulda fixed things.

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shit talk from November 24, 2009, 12:13 pm

2009-11-24T12:13:00.001-08:00

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Are you going to talk to me?

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shit talk from November 23, 2009, 9:43 pm

2009-11-23T21:43:00.001-08:00

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i wish i felt better about having become the sort of person who takes pictures of their lunch and posts them to the internet. i wish it didn't feel like a cry for attention, begging strangers to tell me that i'm doing something inane okay. i also wish for a rocketship and a pony.

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shit talk from November 21, 2009, 6:06 pm

2009-11-21T18:06:00.001-08:00

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you fucking die

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shit talk from November 21, 2009, 4:15 pm

2009-11-21T16:15:00.001-08:00

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broke, lonely, jobless, confused. Why can't we just talk to eachother?

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shit talk from November 18, 2009, 2:56 pm

2009-11-18T14:56:00.001-08:00

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Am I going insane? The way I've been writing e-mails to strangers suggests that I may be. stomach in, chest out.... here we go.

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shit talk from November 18, 2009, 11:10 am

2009-11-18T11:10:00.001-08:00

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can't concentrate

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shit talk from November 16, 2009, 8:22 pm

2009-11-16T20:22:00.001-08:00

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I think I'm more afraid that he's forgotten entirely than I am that he will say yes.

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shit talk from November 16, 2009, 11:15 am

2009-11-16T11:15:00.001-08:00

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for the first time in my life, i am dreading my birthday.

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shit talk from November 16, 2009, 12:15 am

2009-11-16T00:15:00.001-08:00

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is this thing anonymous?

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shit talk from November 15, 2009, 9:30 pm

2009-11-15T21:30:00.001-08:00

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too many people want things from me when they see me walking around. i just want to eat a salad, dammit!

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shit talk from November 15, 2009, 9:26 pm

2009-11-15T21:26:00.001-08:00

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also maybe you could stop being so defensive.

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shit talk from November 15, 2009, 9:25 pm

2009-11-15T21:25:00.001-08:00

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maybe you could do your chores in a more timely fashion.

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shit talk from November 15, 2009, 9:24 pm

2009-11-15T21:24:00.001-08:00

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i've stopped caring about these things i make and now they are overtaking me! yarg!

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shit talk from November 13, 2009, 10:54 am

2009-11-13T10:54:00.001-08:00

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You'd think after 20 years of friendship that when you heard that you really hurt me and I didn't want to talk that you might actually make some effort to fix things. I guess I know how much 20 years of friendship means to you now, huh?

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shit talk from November 11, 2009, 10:42 pm

2009-11-11T22:42:00.001-08:00

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I'm unhappy at my job, but if I didn't have one, he & the cat would be homeless. I could live with my sister. Tired of carrying more weight than my own.

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shit talk from November 11, 2009, 4:08 pm

2009-11-11T16:08:00.001-08:00

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Idiot coworker. Grrrr!

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shit talk from November 10, 2009, 10:11 pm

2009-11-10T22:11:00.001-08:00

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Thanks. I was honestly trying to get some help from you, my best friend. Help with something that is humiliating to the extreme and you just mock me. Well then, fuck you.

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shit talk from November 10, 2009, 8:44 pm

2009-11-10T20:44:00.001-08:00

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Dewclaw sounds dreadful.

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shit talk from November 10, 2009, 7:41 pm

2009-11-10T19:41:00.001-08:00

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Do I really smell?

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shit talk from November 10, 2009, 5:10 pm

2009-11-10T17:10:00.001-08:00

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What part of "I really badly want to go to the party" did you assume meant "I don't want to go to the party"??

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shit talk from November 10, 2009, 12:54 pm

2009-11-10T12:54:00.001-08:00

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because of you i will always hate Canada a little.

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shit talk from November 10, 2009, 12:37 pm

2009-11-10T12:37:00.001-08:00

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That bitch

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shit talk from November 10, 2009, 12:12 pm

2009-11-10T12:12:00.001-08:00

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I'm sick of privileged little rich boys bitching when his friends won't give him free work for his latest hair-brained money-making scheme.

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shit talk from November 10, 2009, 11:13 am

2009-11-10T11:13:00.000-08:00

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can't focus today.

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shit talk from November 10, 2009, 11:03 am

2009-11-10T11:03:00.001-08:00

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no work, alone

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shit talk from November 10, 2009, 10:45 am

2009-11-10T10:45:00.001-08:00

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Love, confusion, hurt, trust, justin, betrayal, lies, sex, frustration,

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shit talk from November 10, 2009, 10:44 am

2009-11-10T10:44:00.001-08:00

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I know what you say behind my back and I know what you say behind other people's backs. You are a horrible person, I will not give you any more fuel for your fire. I hope I will be there to witness when it eventually burns you to death, you fucking witch.

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shit talk from November 10, 2009, 10:41 am

2009-11-10T10:41:00.001-08:00

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the build is broken. again.

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shit talk from November 10, 2009, 10:23 am

2009-11-10T10:23:00.001-08:00

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You've called in sick again. Color me surprised. What's best about it is that I get more work done when you're not here.

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shit talk from November 9, 2009, 11:03 pm

2009-11-09T23:03:00.001-08:00

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when my insurance pays 100% of my birth control, THEN we can talk about how "only 5" Viagra is unjust.

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shit talk from November 9, 2009, 10:49 pm

2009-11-09T22:49:00.001-08:00

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sometimes this site is broken in Chromium. WTF?

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shit talk from November 9, 2009, 8:10 pm

2009-11-09T20:10:00.001-08:00

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Fuck FTP. Why can't people use nicer protocols?

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shit talk from November 9, 2009, 6:03 pm

2009-11-09T18:03:00.001-08:00

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brownies, nap, and dinner combine to fail to make me feel better. rather than crying, i think i'll eeat another brownie.

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shit talk from November 9, 2009, 5:26 pm

2009-11-09T17:26:00.001-08:00

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My friends are worthless assholes who have the luxury of being apolitical and bitch about me being Negative, as though caring about what happens in the world is more of a fault than their ignorant complacency.

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shit talk from November 9, 2009, 4:41 pm

2009-11-09T16:41:00.001-08:00

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I hate that I find myself living in a situation I thought I'd left years ago. I hate that my faith in Jay's been shaken by this. I hate that my faith in Shelly's been shaken. I hate it that after 8 months Jack doesn't trust me enough to tell me how he feels. I'm sick of wondering if he just likes me or if he's actually invested his heart. I hate that I have to assume he loves me rather than simply knowing it and receiving his specific reassurance. I hate it that the most unalloyed declaration of love I've received from anyone in the last year is from a 6 year old boy. Am I not worthy of an unalloyed expression of affection? I HATE THIS.

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shit talk from November 9, 2009, 4:38 pm

2009-11-09T16:38:00.001-08:00

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I get to be not good enough again. Awesome. Ironically, it's the same not good enough that he is so afraid of that he had to do it to me first.

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shit talk from November 9, 2009, 4:33 pm

2009-11-09T16:33:00.001-08:00

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damn, I need a job that actually uses my brain

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shit talk from November 9, 2009, 4:14 pm

2009-11-09T16:14:00.001-08:00

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So this is where I'm supposed to type a bunch of grumpy shit? I am bemused.

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