Sibling or Date: every waiter’s favorite game.

“I did my best to notice…”
I really hate, when I try to do something good for someone who deserves it, that the result is only worse for everyone.
“…My sign is vital…”
I realize I am lucky.
“…My hands are cold…”
I feel nothing.
“…I’m on my knees looking for the answer…”
I don’t even know what to pray for.
“…Are we human…”
We make mistakes.
“…Are we dancer…”
We keep moving.

There should be room temperature snow.

“I want you to know…”

Dear Charter,

Please put a note in my file that says that there’s an Internet outage in my area every time the power goes out, so that when I call in after the power goes out, you don’t treat me like a moronic liar who needs to be walked through a modem reboot 3 times and then scheduled for an unhelpful, unwanted, and unasked for router upgrade, as you have 7 times in 2 months when the problem is- and has always been- on your end.

ps Thanks for not hanging up on me the second time I called.

“…You oughta know…”

“Walking on, walking on…”

Keep moving, back to whatever shattered remains of what slipped from my fingers to crash windingly into my side so that I recoil away, letting it fall, to create a symbolic splintered destruction across the floor through where I still must somehow proceed to exit.

Watch your step: this may hurt.

“…Broken glass…”

I don’t even think they can diagnosis it, but the medicine is making me kind of loopy.

“I've become so numb / I can't feel…”

“You don’t hate yourself. You’re annoyed at yourself.”
Don’t you understand our angst expression by now? The fact that I don’t have that lost iPod any more is the way she knows I still don’t have a time machine.

Dimensionally unique.

I’m pulling a you.
I’m pulling a you pulling a me.

No Shame tonight: 10pm Women’s Building, Olin 2.
Good chance of drama.

“CRAIGSLIST MEDLEY”
or
“I FEEL SO CLINGY”
a one-act play within a one-act play in two acts
based on the play
“CRAIGSLIST MEDLEY”
by
LAURA CASTANON
adapted for the stage by
DANNY BRAVMAN and MELISSA DUCHIN
for
NO SHAME THEATRE
at
WASHINGTON UNIVERSITY
in
SAINT LOUIS
on
JANUARY 23, 2009
starring
FOUR GUYS
FOUR GIRLS
and
ONE LUCKY AUDIENCE MEMBER
with special guest appearance by
SATHYA SRIDHARAN

Lala Excalibur.
Symbol of Camelot,
Sword drawn from stone, and then
Truth’s battle cry,

Wielded each season for
Teleological
Cause: This we shall live through,
They, you, and I.

Futurus Quondamque.
Arthur, enlightened rex,
Student of Merlin, who,
Come what-a-may,

Uberdespondently
Cries an impassioned plea:
“Make me a hawk! Let me
Fly far away.”

Vanitess Nicoless.
Guinevere, Arthur’s queen,
Lover of legend, the
Virtued coquette,

Explores for herself an
Unhypothetical
New proposition: To
Nunnery, get.

Ferrumfer Sinister.
Lancelot, Arthur's knight,
Friend of a friend of a
Mate of a mate,

Lays him a chivalrous
Intercollinear
Line down, to perfectly
Triangulate.

Bitter cold.

Guiltless in madness lurks
An untaught quirk:
Trying rebound outlaws berserk,
Which isn't going to work.

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Drop a penny on the ground, pick it up yesterday.

“Penny lane is in my ears and in my eyes…”

Some classes are slept through, some are late for, some are startlingly walked out of because forget this, some classes are wingmanned for hungry 4-dimensional reptiles.

Some like to sit in the first 3 rows, some in the back 3 rows, some in aisle seats, with independent preferences well and good. Yet the confluence of individual opinions can affect the tardy, who can’t take a seat in the back, who can’t duck into the front, who can’t slip down a row, who can’t even climb over to reach the empty seats in the middle.

Lurking into law.

As tempting as giving Calypso a mouse with a broken right-button as a toy would be, as even she should realize that a mouse totally looks like a mouse, having her associate cords as the tails she instinctively wants to claw will be regretful.

I have a problem with not dealing with my problems.

“I have a very deep relationship with cashmere.”
Isn't it actually a shallow relationship? Purely physical.

The attraction in reading horoscopes is retrospective rather than predictive, so that insight might be found in analyzing what has just occurred, not in trying to divine what may yet. As such, their inclusion in Cosmopolitan is appropriate.

Possible results of cleaning a room
1) You straighten
2) You throw things out
3) It looks messier

What about, ‘It gets clean’?
No.
<simultaneously> No.

“Late at night I toss and turn and dream of what I need…”

A role-model, being not superlative, minimizes suboptimal action in a given context which heroism would transcend. A hero is without flaw in action, unable to be emulated. Both depend on deed; uncertainty and indecision counter the type of directed prominence to which a young child might hope to aspire.

“…Holding out for a hero…”

There’s a narrow window between recognizing the status symbol and realizing it’s just a status symbol.

Reasons to not save the best for last
1) The milk will make it soggy.
2) Mom will come along and take it.

Read the Time Traveler’s Wife, which more cohesively explores the same theme of the independence of time and love (albeit at the expense of freewill) as Benjamin Button, by illustrating the duality of the observer and the observed. Penelope, now titular, becomes equally important as Odysseus.

7 years ago I went on a journey.
6 years ago I went on a journey and I found myself.
5 years ago I went on a journey and I found my past.
4 years ago I went on a journey and I found my present
3 years ago I went on a journey and I found my companions.
2 years ago I went on a journey and I found my limits.
1 year ago I went on a journey and I found my future.
This year I will go on a journey and arrive.

And I resolve to tell what I will have found.