
There's so much in pictures for sad children that I can only hope to aspire to.
Namely being disaffected and in grad school.
Or making jokes about David Foster Wallace's suicide.

There's so much in pictures for sad children that I can only hope to aspire to.
Namely being disaffected and in grad school.
Or making jokes about David Foster Wallace's suicide.
“What film were you watching?”
“Death Death Death.”
Oh Pecker, you're precious.
(And I do expect at least one of you to know what the hell I'm talking about)
No real movement on the job front, but at least I've had time to post a ridiculous amount of inane videos to YouTube. The video quality is starting to get to me, so maybe it is time to look into Vimeo.
Sometimes you have to leave where you are to realize you were happy where you've been.