"Be exquisite and never explain."

I wanna be friends with someone named Jesus (Gringo: /hey-zoos/) so that I may poke him and Facebook will tell me
"YOU POKED JESUS"

I am twenty-three years old and I can legitimately write on my cover letters "My stories and poems have appeared or are forthcoming in..." and MAKE IT A LIST. OF FIVE MAGAZINES! I am excited! I am happy! I will disregard any man or woman who tells me ever again that exclamation points are loose, foolish punctuation marks.

More stolen:
"...It's just one of those rude moments, when the universe grabs you and smacks you on the cheek and tells you that your simple way of thinking just won't work."

Oh, and then I came across this motto for that old journal:

"I have a lot to say.
the problem lies in the saying."

I'm kinda smart sometimes.

Is anyone else's memory starting to go?
I found this in my old journal:
Saturday, July 5, 2008
"I have an invitation to go camping with the man I still like. I cannot, thanks to (a) a bit less than a half a tank of gas in my car and (b) about thirty dollars in my bank account, total."
Okay, so I'm always broke and my car always needs gas, check. But who was the man who I liked? When did I get invited to go camping with him? Where? Why didn't I? Who was the mysterio Lothario?
I'm not actually obsessing over it. I mean, it was probably Jeremy, and it was two years ago. It just bothers me when I can't remember things.

I'm copying some good things from Facebook~

"Knowledge is knowing a tomato is a fruit, wisdom is knowing not to put one in a fruit salad."

"So much the worse for those who fear wine, for it is because they have some bad thoughts which they are afraid the liquor will extract from their hearts." (from J.Bacz)

"If you have come here to help me, then you are wasting your time … But if you have come because your liberation is bound up with mine, then let us work together."
--Aboriginal activist women's group, Queensland, 1970s