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[Friday
11/27/09 at 1:30am] |
A note on why I enjoy John Chrostek so much:
jojo chrochro: MEET ME IN THE BACKROOM
jojo chrochro: I'LL TELL YOU EVERYTHING
jojo chrochro: YOU EVERYYYTHING
sarah: there is no backroom, john
sarah: it's a lie
sarah: everything's a lie
sarah: you're a lie, john
jojo chrochro: ...
sarah: :)
jojo chrochro: It all makes sense, Sarah... It all adds up. These new powers aren't mine... They're Fred's. I don't exist.
jojo chrochro: Change of voice, change of face; it's still him underneath. Whoever John Chrostek was, he's gone now. Just some random thoughts in a loser's head.
jojo chrochro: Do you really think Anthony could purge every sick thought from that head? To the rest of the world, I'm John Chrostek, Sarah. But every time you look at me, the way you're looking at me right now, you're going to see Fred. Tell me I'm wrong. Tell me I'm wrong, Sarah.
sarah: ...i can't look at you now
sarah: i think this is where it ends, john...fred...i can't even tell anymore
sarah: i think this is where I end
jojo chrochro: And where the universe begins.
jojo chrochro: LET THE HEAD BLEED. A GLORIOUS DAWN AWAITS.
sarah: HUZZAH
sarah: LET US RUN FORTH WITH PRIDE RENEWED
jojo chrochro: TO A WORLD WHERE TRUTH PREVAILS AND GLORY NEVER FADES
sarah: WHERE CHALLENGE NEVER RESTS AND THE VICTORY IS SWEET
jojo chrochro: TAKE MY HAND, FRIEND. LET US SHED THE MORTAL COILS AND FIND OUR NEW DESTINIES.
sarah: TOGETHER, WE SHALL PURGE OUR OLD FORMS AND GROW ANEW
sarah: you know if someone saw this conversation, they'd think we were having some sort of intelligent exchange
jojo chrochro: But we're not.
jojo chrochro: We're not at all.
sarah: we're not even making sense
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[Saturday
11/21/09 at 1:45pm] |
  My daddy when he was but a serious 20-something :') |
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[Friday
11/20/09 at 3:16pm] |
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I was working my typical 4 hour shift at Panera the other night. The phone rang, as it commonly does, and I hurried over to pick it up.
I echoed off the same "HithisisPaneraBreadBensalem,Sarahspeaking,canIhelpyou?" as I always do. The woman on the other line replied in a heavy, indescribable accent, "Do youu have tha hokey-pokey wit tha walkie-talkie?"
It was some form of English I had never heard. It was definitely English as I had recognized SOME words but....what? I stared blankly at Melissa, who was ringing up some English-speaking, American-accented customers.
"I'm sorry, miss, excuse me?" I said in the most apolegetic tone I could muster.
"Do you HAAVE thaaa hokey-pokey wit tha walkie-talkie?!"
I shook my head vigorously at Melissa, clutching the phone to my chest. I told her I couldn't do this and that she had to hear this to believe me.
The lady hung up before Melissa could decipher whatever it was she was asking for.
I still have absolutely no clue and I just never will.
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[Monday
11/09/09 at 5:15pm] |
"And please don't laugh at me now, but I think the reason it's so hard for me to get over this guy is because I seriously believed that David was my soul mate."
"He probably was. Your problem is you don't understand what that word means. People think a soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that's holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life. A true soul mate is probably the most important person you'll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake. But to live with a soul mate forever? Nah. Too painful. Soul mates, they come into your life just to reveal another layer of yourself to you, and then they leave. And thank God for it. Your problem is, you just can't let this one go. It's over, Groceries. David's purpose was to shake you up, drive you out of that marriage that you needed to leave, tear apart your ego a little bit, show you your obstacles and addictions, break your heart open so new light could get in, make you so desperate and out of control that you had to transform your life, then introduce you to your spiritual master and beat it. That was his job, and he did great, but now it's over. Problem is, you can't accept that this relationship had a real short shelf life. You're like a dog at the dump, baby - you're just lickin' at an empty tin can, trying to get more nutrition out of it. And if you're not careful, that can's gonna get stuck on your snout forever and make your life miserable. So just drop it."
- Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert
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[Saturday
11/07/09 at 10:38am] |
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I didn't think it was possible but I miss him so much it physically hurts.
Ugh.
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