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[24 Apr 2012|03:00am]
Earlier in the song I used the term “galvanistic”. Galvanism is the concept…the obsolete scientific theory that there was a kind of electricity flowing through our bloodstreams and that was our life force. I used the term because I came across it in Mary Shelley’s ‘Frankenstein’. And that book is sort of an exploration of the theme of creating a character, of making up a person. So I used the term “galvanistic” to allude to that book, as a sort of symbol of how I, like, created you as a character, and I’m pretending that I know a lot more about you than I actually do. And also to refer to the fact that I’ve fallen in love with the characters you’ve created in, uh, your body of work…this is the part of the song where I start to regret writing it. - Car Seat Headrest - Nervous Young Inhumans
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[22 Mar 2012|09:29pm]

Mommy, Daddy, come and look at me now
I'm a big man in a great big town
Years ago who would believe it's true
Goes to show what a little faith can do

I was complaining, I was down in the dumps
I feel so strong now 'cause you pulled me up!
Pull me up up up up up up up up

I slipped, and I got pulled
Pulled up, I tripped, and then you pulled,
you pulled me up
I slipped, and I got pulled,
Pulled up, I slipped, and then you pulled,
you pulled me up pull me up pull me up...
Pulled me up up up up up up up up
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[06 Jan 2012|09:09pm]


Can we go back there? No...oh, ok, awesome.
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[09 Dec 2011|02:50pm]
Finally something good, waking up every Friday in a recently gentrified Polish neighborhood. She has a lot of duvets and no heat in her apartment, but we still sleep with the windows open. She lets me keep my bike in her hallway. I walk her to her store in the morning and grab us coffees as she opens. Someone drew an apple in mine and a dove in hers. I read the local magazines in the backyard, and she talks to the customers, coming out to talk every once in awhile or to have a smoke. I watch the clouds as I sit in the sun. The air is brisk, but not cold. Blue skies.
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I wanna have secrets with you [17 Nov 2011|12:43pm]
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Stories about Nick's raging alcoholism [24 Oct 2011|03:08am]
Last night I danced to New Order and met a girl named Jill. I had a terrible day at work and was stone cold sober at 1:30 a.m. Of course, I managed to get myself really drunk really fast. I met Jill outside after last call because I have this rule where I have to talk to someone I don't know every time I go out. I call it my punishment for never putting myself out there.

Anyway, she thinks I'm funny for telling her this and brings me along with her. We are walking through the Waterfront, and she tells me about how she is confused about her boyfriend and her life in Connecticut. Her sister turns around and says "fuck him." I don't ask her why she brings me along. We turn down an alley to take a piss and accidentally run into the 4:30 a.m.  Manhattan skyline.

We've lost her sister and her man, so we sit and look at the lights and the East River. She tells me she thinks she should cheat on him because he cheated on her and won't sleep with her because of it. I tell her that's a bad idea, and she shouldn't think that way about it because relationships are a lot more complicated than that. We eventually stumble back to her sister's apartment where she is locked out. Her phone is dead. We go to the bodega on the corner and order a chicken sandwich. We sit holding each other trying not to pass out from the alcohol.

I tell her she can sleep at my apartment, and she says she won't do anything for me. I tell her I wasn't planning on it because she has a boyfriend. We carry each other the 2 miles to my apartment, and I have to feel for the right key because they shut off the lobby lights even though the sun hasn't risen yet. I give her my bed, and I take the couch. We have the same phone, so she was happy that she could use my phone charger.

I wake up at 9 a.m. and walk into the room. She is sleeping peacefully. I wake her up to tell her that her sister is probably worried about her even though I really just want to sleep in my bed at this point. She agrees and asks me how to get to Metropolitan Avenue. I tell her to take a left and another left and you can't miss it. She thanks me for my help and walks out the door.

I get into my bed, and my sheets smell like this girl I don't know anything about.

I wake up at 1:00 p.m. to vomit my brains out and get ready for work.
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[27 Aug 2011|02:41am]
I met her in the park, and she told me the stories about being overseas in the summertime. About how she is in love and completely dedicated to her significant other.

It was kind of silly because I didn't know anything about this when I was going to see her for the first time in a year, but I wouldn't have it any other way. I have never seen someone in love like that before.

It was strange, beautiful and sacred.
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[24 Jul 2011|04:30am]
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[06 Jul 2011|08:27am]
 There is really nothing more terrible than seeing someone broken and knowing that it's all your fault.

I guess this is just the moment when there is nothing else to say.

Being selfish is a bitch.
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[17 Jun 2011|12:58am]
I'm moving to New York City on Wednesday.

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[04 Jun 2011|01:35am]
Dear New York,

Please stop being such a fucking coy mistress. You tempt me every couple of months and just let me down.


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[03 Jun 2011|01:28am]
Dear Job:

I never understood how a job can make a man angry, callous, and short tempered. I do now.

Thanks for turning me into an asshole.

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[21 Apr 2011|07:19pm]
I seriously feel like I live with a teddy bear hamster.

I've been letting mold grow in the dishes because I asked her to do them 2 weeks ago. Yes, and that is the only thing I asked her to do. Since then, I have done both of our laundry multiple times, cleaned the entire apartment multiple times, been here when realtors show our apartment, and bought groceries. All of this is with my 11 hour work days and non-consecutive days off. I still come home and her shit is thrown all over the floor. It drives me fucking crazy.

To make matters worse she is always fucking wasted. I'm going to be honest, I'm just jealous of that one, but it doesn't help.
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[13 Apr 2011|01:53am]

Take me out to the Communist bar.

I actually got close to writing a song today. It's about a bar near Harvard that I have never been to but ride my bike by all the time.

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[12 Apr 2011|12:13pm]
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[01 Mar 2011|03:32am]
Sad Old Bastard Music:

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[21 Jan 2011|02:12am]
I don't understand how I can spend 10 hours (minimum) at work (that seriously do not feel like more than 3 because of how busy it is) and STILL have work to do when I get home. All of this is of course after running my ass off trying to catch the last train.

O well, getting transferred to a new hotel (Boston) on Monday that is smaller and closer to my apartment; it's so weird. I still feel like the clueless trainee where I have worked for the last 7 months. Now I have to start all over again. It's going to be interesting.

No one told me that my 20's would melt away so fast. I'm almost fucking 23! I don't feel a day over 19.
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[08 Jan 2011|03:02am]
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[04 Dec 2010|04:19am]
this is stupid.
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[14 Nov 2010|02:14am]
I have learned to live with them. They come with the city.



Boston rats. ARE HUGE.


The only way to kill this bitch would be if I legit fought with it. I would need a fucking chopping knife. I would check under the sink if I wasn't afraid that I might be seriously injured. HOLY FUCKING SHIT.

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