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Tatyana has done good work but she should try to be more cooperative and less vindictive. Promoted to the fourth grade.
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She’s Not Here to Make Friends: Elizabeth Warren
NYT notables, very cool
I am pretty proud of these two graphics I made.
Heathcliff it’s me it’s Cathy I’ve come home
Just found my (disturbingly embarrassing) journal from my last year in New York. This quote was randomly written across a page from February:
“He was, and is yet, most likely, the wearisomest self-righteous pharisee that ever ransacked a Bible to rake the promises to himself and fling the curses on his neighbours.”
Emily Bronte like totally got Brooklyn in 2010.
A [slightly exaggerated] Portrait of My Lubbock Life Based on Directions I Sent My Dad
WELCOME TO TEXAS, Y’ALL!
Here’s some info/advice from a new Lubbock resident.
1. If you have the option, get a BIG car. This will help you fit in, but it will also help you avoid accidents because people in Lubbock drive like assholes in THEIR big cars, and you can never see around them when you’re trying to do basic Lubbock things like turn right or find your car in a giant parking lot. Also, the streets here are fucked up because there’s no drainage system, so there are huge dips that will grate your bumper if you go over them too fast. This isn’t totally imperative—I’ve made do with my perfectly normal-sized car which is rendered TINY here—but it is helpful. Gas is also super cheap here right now (about $2.90/gallon) so, you know, when in a red state, guzzle gas like global warming is a vicious liberal lie.
2. Don’t pass ranching trucks or farming vehicles on two lane roads. They have guns. They like to speed up when you’re in the other lane. A lot of times, they’ll pull over onto the shoulder and let you pass when they want you to.
3. When you arrive in Lubbock, try not to gasp at the majesty of it all. It’s quite a dramatic entrance, what with the decrepit railroad depots and strange taco shacks.
4. When you get to my address, things are going to get a little confusing. I live in the back house of a small compound with a yard full of frat garbage separating all of us. According to the directions, it looks like you turn on to [REDACTED] from [REDACTED]. You’ll drive right past [REDACTED] High School. Between [REDACTED] you’ll see a little garbage alley directly behind the high school. Turn right into the alley and then my little green spinster shack will be the first driveway on the left. To clarify: I don’t live in the main house, nor in the house above the garage. I live in the strange hovel/fall out shelter in the back. It’s a great place for aspiring cultists.
6. Let me know when you arrive! Make yourself comfortable! I don’t have any couches or chairs!
