The Girl Detective

8 November 09

I don’t feel like I really belong at college. It used to bother me, but now I pretend to have this filter where I pick and choose what I like and what I don’t like. I don’t really like having information shoved down my throat on a regular basis. I don’t like intellectual masturbation. I don’t really like that raging parties are the pinnacle of fun. I don’t like random hookups. I don’t like seeing people all of the time, and most of all, I don’t like that I can’t choose when people see me. I can’t just show them the good days. They see everything, and I see everything, and my pretend filter stops working because there is so much of everything. But something is missing.

I want something.

3 November 09

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If I ever have a turtle, I am going to name it Saddest Turtle.

Posted: 7:37 PM

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Nooooo. All of my girlish hopes and dreams have been shattered.

Posted: 1:53 PM

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(via spazzedoutmuse)

Amen.

1 November 09

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Halloween 2009. New York City.

Overheard on the Subway, Some Girl With Pigtails, paraphrased:
“So, like, I was wondering what I was going to be for Halloween. And I was talking to Craig. And I was like, ‘Craig, what should I be for Halloween?’ And he was like, ‘You should be you for Halloween.’ And I was like, ‘So, cute little slut.’”

30 October 09

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“ Nothing like a 50’s documentary to make you want to fall over dead.

— David Zurawik, COM 213

22 October 09

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simulacrum - a copy for which there is no original.

18 October 09

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