A novel in two short sentences

January 14, 2005

I keep thinking that one day I will sit down and write the great anti-anti-contemporary novel. You know, kind of like what Salinger did with Catcher and Murakami did with everything under the sun. But then I suddenly can't. Thereafter I imagine transcribing a journey through a series of short stories, but even that thought slowly fades into nothingness as I sit in front of the computer, chilled to the bone by my neverending ADD and need for liquids.

The second time I fell in love was with a character in a book. Her sadness drove me nuts, and I fell deep into her literary bosoms.

That a boy, Tommy.

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cat~ thanks for inviting me into that chat room that no one else entered... i hope you're doing well. i'll be coming to NY in june and sept. maybe i'll buy you dinner =)