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July 5, 2008
I like to wander around the model rooms they set up at IKEA. Their furniture is a little bit too minimalist for my taste, and kind of self-consciously mod, but they know how to use a tiny space. Plus, although the TV’s and DVD players are fake, the books are real - and printed in Swedish. I don’t know if they’re translations of James Joyce or Doctor Phil, but they look fascinating.

I like to picture Sweden just outside these “apartments”. I like to think that, just beyond the op-art curtains, snow melts against the warmth of the windows.

July 1, 2008
Crack Brownies

This guy at my school, who is disgustingly enamored with me, gave me some brownies as a gift. He’s like, “I baked these for you and your family. Would you like to try one now?” I was sitting there, eating animal crackers. “No, I’m not hungry,” I said. When I got home, I told my dad and he thought they were crack brownies or something. I fed them to my brother. He did not die, so I am assuming they were all right. I did not dare to eat a single one, and I have survived the brownies.

July 6, 2008
I'm beginning to see that I truly am a hermit in the city. I dodge through the streets when I'm needed to go out on them, I loathe having to sit next to anyone on the subway, I turn away from stores and cafés if they are too crowded, and I very rarely go to clubs anymore. Even going out for cocktails with my partner in crime is becoming somewhat stressing for me, and I keep trying to get us to sit in a solitary corner, away from all the noise and sweaty palms. How deeply I value my loneliness.

May 1, 2001
Cruising along at a good clip, driving wisely, staying alert. I was cruising on my bicycle down the narrow corridor between traffic and parked cars. It was a great day... until... WHAM! A truck door opened up in front of me. My body crushed against it. I spun around, four feet off the ground, slammed into a parked car to my right, hit the ground. Hard. My left arm screamed in pain; my chest felt as if it had collapsed. I slowly stood, checked for blood, protruding bones. Miracle: nothing serious. I decided to buy a helmet the next day.

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