I didn’t invite any of you to my bar mitzva
On a technicality; I’m no Bianca Zimmer. I went to a b’not mitzvah once. The ceremony part, not the the party part. It was lovely. I figured out the “Moshe” means “Moses” by listening and reading along and was proud of myself.
I secretly think I would adore the “bear don’t eat my kayak” lady if I knew her in real life.
For reference: Link She just seems slightly insane and very sweet, gosh darnit, and those are some of my favorite people.
I started Infinite Jest but didn’t finish.
All that phonetic vernacular stuff killed me. Nobody’s got time for that. I love love love DFW’s essays and interviews.
I never want to do the good things I do but when I finally do them I’m always glad I did.
You’re all this way too, right?
I love captain crunch with crunch berries.
Love. LOVE.
Archived Post
This post is archived from my account on li.st, a social media app that shut down in 2017. Some posts have been edited slightly to fix typographical errors and correctly represent the gender of some individuals. You can view the full archive here.