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There is an unknown population of men standing behind trees in parks spying on the unsuspecting. I'm sure they stand in basements and under bridges and on top of firm animals to do other types of reconnaissance, but this blog is not about them except when I feel like it. I am Dawn. I'll let you know when I feel like it.
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We hold our lovers to insensible standards—
- He couldn’t stomach Black Hole (Charles Burns), whatever made you think he could stomach some real-life topsy turvy?
- He switched tracks when David Byrne’s This Must Be the Place came on; of course he wasn’t going to stick around.
- He doesn’t read and therefore doesn’t think.
- He doesn’t eat. Unexciting.
And sometimes friends too—
- He stopped sending me scripts on xmas; 2 years later I don’t know how to say hello.
- They forgot to recycle, they must be lazy.
- She’s religious, we must be different wavelengths.
- She thinks the internet is a waste of time; I think it is a waste of time to explain why I disagree.
Why did I use ‘we’ and ‘our’? I really meant ‘I’ and ‘my’. My finicky, bristle-legged, oversleeping, dark-circled, impatient, fuzzy-backed and unassertive self. I should be thankful that few people ever tell me to improve, but improve myself anyway, inside-out kerpoffle.
On the flipside of high standards, I really shouldn’t be a charity with my affections.