This is my personal blog, a journal of my life; my blog of pretty things (et cetera) is here.
Twenty-two. Might as well be five.
I'm moving to Portland, OR in September, so if you're a Portland-living person, say hi! New friends for a new city are much appreciated.
constantly reading / overzealous editor / chronic paparazzo / My Little Pony-in-training / lesbian / feminist / atheist
about me & personal
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DON'T GIVE NONE FUCKS.
I'm moving to Portland, OR in September, so if you're a Portland-living person, say hi! New friends for a new city are much appreciated.
constantly reading / overzealous editor / chronic paparazzo / My Little Pony-in-training / lesbian / feminist / atheist
about me & personal
& photobooth & gpoy
flickr.com/rileyanne
DON'T GIVE NONE FUCKS.
So I’m kind of REALLY hating 1Q84…
I’m a little over a quarter of the way through it now, and last night I had to read until I got to a place I actually liked because I knew that if I “stopped for the night” while hating it that intensely, I’d never pick it up again. I’m hoping things will improve, though. At this point my hypothesis is that it’s a case of “this author is so famous, the editors don’t bother to try and say ‘no’ anymore.”
On the bright side, it has me listening to The Well-Tempered Clavier again, which hasn’t happened in ages, and I’d missed it.
