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I don't know. this year... the ending of it bit, I guess.
or bites, rather.
And that sucks, because it puts a damper on my view of the rest of the year.
Did I have a good year? I don't remember.
I had a few good trips and met good people. Had some decent sex along the way.
The trips would be the highlights. Driving from Worchester to Pa was the greatest, NY traffic jam aside.
Also, bands. I saw Coalesce twice. I saw Torche twice. I saw Battles, The Books, and some other people I don't remember right now.
I went to few shows but most of them were fucking GREAT.
The year went quickly as fuck, and it draws to a close tomorrow at my friends Aaron and Andi's place. I will surely drink and fall asleep on their floor.
Ramble tamble.

There's this cute girl-- we'll call her 'Erika'-- that I saw on myspace fuckin years ago, and that I've looked at a number of times since. She's on a few friends' friends lists.
Anyway, she was at the party that I was at on Christmas Eve. It surprised me when she showed up. "It's her," I thought. A cute psw with big gold hoop earrings who used the word 'nigga' too much. I was drunk, Hillary was sitting on my lap, and I was in fuckin true form. Had people cracking up the whole night.
Now she's found me on myspace.
Now she's texting me to hang out.
Not sure if she wants Hillary to come with or not.
...
I won't lie, I'm attention starved as FUCK. Like I'm dyin here.
But I'm probably not going to pursue this. This kind of shit is just... stressful as fuck.
Anyone who knows me, however, knows that I'm capable of rationalizing anything.




After plowing through Perrotta's Little Children last year with surprising speed and enthusiasm (ask anyone, people would be drinking in my living room while I was reading in the bedroom), I was excited as hell when Hillary told me that she'd gotten his new one, The Abstinence Teacher, at the store. I had her bring it home immediately and put off anything else on my reading queue. I avoided returning calls or going out so that I could take this book in fully and quickly, unjarred by the bullshit that life throws at us (or is it just me?). I went so far as to sneak this book, a big new hardcover, under my labcoat at work when I went to the bathroom.

So yeah, I was excited. And I like this book-- a lot. Ruth Ramsey's a health teacher in a suburban, mostly white, affluent highschool, who gets in trouble for saying the words "some people enjoy it" with regard to a question about oral sex. Things take an immediate turn for the worse when a local Christian group called Wise Choices for Teens takes control of the health curriculum.

Wow, way to make a book sound uninteresting.

This is the same gentle satire of Election and Little Children. Tom Perrotta loves his characters. He resists the urge to tear into the Christians or the Femenists or the Chili's happy hour secretaries (complete with tramp-stamps!) that he writes about. These are people. They're people.

The Abstinence Teacher is slightly more existential than Little Children-- leaving you what will happen next. But it's fine. It's a glimpse into good people's lives. Everybody has their reasons.