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the saddest blog that ever was
2.28.2005:
somehow it came to the last day of february, during the period she didnt use conditioner (secretly we think, in hopes that her hair would eventually get so dry and brittle that it would fall off, thereby circumventing the inevitable necessity of a haircut). it was also during this time that she boycotted her walls, having them stare blankly back at her, a white veil over her ceaseless nights. there was one foppish old silk hat sewn together out of stray patches, some purplish, some gray, that hung on a single nail in the drywall. she looked like a lampshade in it and enjoyed looking like a lampshade. hangovers from dreams of asbestos haunted her mornings. she tried, unsuccessfully, to grow a mustache. the conference was only three days away and she had only penetrated the third layer of the infinitely complex etymology of the rebus priniciple on the petrographs found in lascaux france. mostly though, her days were consumed with loveliness and these particles of thought she brought in only to remind herself that life is a drudgery, a battle of her mind over her lack of money. she thought constantly what it would be like to live her life like k. deacon's, and was overwhelmed with the aching need to write letters to everybody informing them of their current status. dear walker: i'm so sorry i never write even though you've given me your address in wyoming, kansas and orinda california. dear katie: please do not feel so sad, you are not alone. dear eileen: i miss you terribly. dear zoe: your messages bring me good cheer in these cold trying times. dear kevin: you are mostly a wonderful boss even though i know you are so annoyed with my recurrent tardiness. dear professor crary: your seminar conducting style is weird and relaxing, i have to do so little thinking it is hard for me to stay awake due to you obtuse and intractable flaky air-headedness. dear columbia art history seminar students: you are overrated. dear berkeley bowl: i still love you the best, croutons forever. signed, my stomach belongs to you and you alone, c. hsiao.
Blog // 12:27 PM
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