Real talk, book drives can suck my fucking dick. Our book drive brought in a thousand books blah blah blah—-its fucking bullshit. The books always suck because people just get rid of their trash and whoever runs the bookdrive just wants a big number of books at the end. Fuck that. Stupid book drives suck my cunt.
It makes me so happy to have the key to a bookstore. How awesome is that?
Is that romantic? Let’s fuck like we’re helpless.
This book is really intense.
I seriously can’t figure out how to turn on replies for this blog and it is making me mad. Why the fuck is no replies the default? Who wouldn’t want replies?
I don’t even remember posting that last post on this blog. But it’s true. I don’t have sex with women who are pro-life. But the truth is it’s never come up. Who would be pro-life and also want my penis inside them? That would never happen. That would be crazy.
I don’t even fuck the pro-life. Is that rude to say?
I’ll make you smile for the simple fact I’m good at it. I’ll...– Slug
Somebody showed me something their kindle could do recently that involved highlighting passages on the kindle and having the passage be accessible with citation from any computer through your amazon account. It fucking chilled my bones to see. Because for the first time I almost could imagine myself using one. Between that and PDF stuff, I could almost want one. But I feel because of the...
Real talk: I think my answers to these questions on my other blog are really really good. Like I’m proud of them. But I don’t even get many real questions. I get like jokes and brunch questions and people don’t seem to connect with them. It kinda sucks nothing I’d rather do than tackle tough questions but I feel like I should just take a picture of myself cross-eyed with...
I just accidentally posted to my roommate’s tumblr because I am a careless dickfacebrain.
Books Jusky Has Recently Purchased (11/18/11)
I’m a little behind with this. Let’s catch up. Reader’s Block by David Markson (gift, GoneAwayGal) Wittgenstein’s Mistress by David Markson (gift, undetermined) The Broom of the System by David Foster Wallace (gift, undetermined) Worstward Ho by Samuel Beckett Three Novels: Molloy, Malone Dies, The Unnamable by Samuel Beckett Mystery and Manners by Flannery...
Probably a third of the books I see have inscriptions that indicate the books were given as gifts. Kids to parents. Parents to kids. Lovers to lovers. Friends to friends. It’s kind of sad because we get the books when whomever they were given to doesn’t want them anymore. I guess its obvious but it still seems sad. People don’t want the gifts we give them forever.
After fasting to a point of starvation, Gogol died in a religious delirium. And after having burned the only manuscript of part two of Dead Souls.
I have no way of conveying to y’all my daily struggle not to post the most unbelievably petty pathetic narcissistic shit. Fuck, it’s hard. Maybe I should just go to sleep to stop myself?
Synonym for fun that isn’t amusement enjoyment mirth joy or gaiety?
Pro tip: When you go into a used bookstore, go find the reference section. Reference sections have hidden treasures.
The use of the word “lyrical” in book blurbs is always fucking bullshit.
This is why I’m glad I have another blog. A blog among friends. Man, I just poured my fucking heart out answering a question on my bigger blog and, dude, people either didn’t read it or didn’t like it. And that’s fine. But let’s be honest, whenever you think that, it means they weren’t with you. It means they didn’t feel it. And that—pathetically, I...
Since I have no computer, you might be wondering: how do I listen to music or, like, watch things on a lonely Sunday night? Music I make happen by playing CDs in my dvd player. I watch things by playing dvds in my dvd player. Basically I’m leaning pretty heavily on the dvd player. And what am I watching? Season 4 of The Simpsons. I like it too. It makes me smile and giggle.
Goodnight special tumblr friends.
Emily disputed the authenticity of my van Gogh quotes but I was able to convey to her they are quotes from the letters to Theo and that they are 100% real. And then I told her that I haven’t posted my favorite van Gogh quote because it’s literally too good to be true: “Today I went to the town dump. My God it was beautiful.”
Discretion is the name of my cement-feathered bird.– Atmosphere.
How beautiful the color yellow is!– Van Gogh
In the song I’m listening to they just said: Sleep is the best way to save money. Money is the best way to have sex. Sex is the best way to feel nothing. Nothing happens when you sleep. So stay up till you wake up, motherfucker.
Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.– Samuel Beckett. That’s an inspirational quote I can stand. Fail better.
At my job, if you take the wrong books, we have a special nickname for you. We call you “Hardcover Clancy.” It is a brutal thing to be called because it suggests you don’t know books and would be excited by a donation of hardcover Tom Clancy books—which you should not be at all excited about. My whole goal everyday as I sort through potential donations is to make sure I don’t end up being the...
Since I’m only among friends over on this blog can I just tell you guys that I got over 500 new followers on twitter yesterday. Jesus. I like have to be funny now. What’s funny? Penis? Animals doing human things? So much pressure. What if your penis was an animal that did human things, like go to the movies? Is that comedy gold? Oh man. I’m in trouble!
Beauty is the promise of happiness.– Stendhal
Beauty is nothing but the the beginning of terror we’re just able to bear.– Rilke
Then I went out at night and painted the stars.– Van Gogh
You know who I’m a big fan of? abangnotawhimper