today i was in my brazilian dance class and we're learning this dance where we run around banging sticks . the sticks are actually broom sticks cut into pieces. so anyway i banged my sticks and then a 5 inch piece of the stick broke off flew into the air and then hit me in the head. the teacher picked up the piece not knowing what had happened and i walked up to her and said i broke my stick and then everyone laughed at me.
melancolin and the infinite fatness
"here's how i see it: colin speaks fluently the language of life that i aspire to. i stumble along with my pocket dictionary in hand. i wish there were more people in the world who spoke your language so i wouldn't get so rusty at it during these long stretches of colin-less living"
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