I have always lived violently, drunk hugely, eaten too much or not at all, slept around the clock or missed two nights sleep, worked too long and too hard in glory, or slobbed for a time in utter laziness. I’ve lifted, pulled, chopped, climbed, made love with joy and taken my hangovers as a consequence, not as a punishment.
-Steinbeck

"I just want to live and be happy. I was happy to be able to pay my rent, to have my independence. This was like the best thing in the world for me. I had no real ambitions at this point... Just make friends, enjoy myself, and be responsible... Basically, I didn't get into any trouble. My independence was very important to me."
DMancuso

You’ll miss the close friendships you made and being a five-minute walk from all of your best friends. When you graduate, some of them might move back to their hometown and/or get real jobs, and you’ll suddenly realize you no longer have the luxury to lie in bed with them while nursing a hangover on a Wednesday afternoon. Your world has gotten too big for that. You no longer live in a vacuum. Duh.

Consider the cultural capital of a menial office job (if you can find one). In large part thanks to The Office, Mad Men, and the hipster tendency to celebrate the irony of those antiquated, uncanny phenomena that persevere into our modern age despite their outdated nature, menial office jobs such as file clerk and front desk manager at Enterprise Car Rental are poised to become the next highly desired jobs captured only by the most elite in attitude, fashion and diet (via irony).

i love this girl.

We were smoking cigarettes on the roof-top parking deck talking about his very German mother and his opinion of her when MZ leaned in to kiss me. I recoiled and gave some excuse about not knowing who I was, some crap about not wanting to involve anyone else in my confusion.

What bat shit... or was it? I've told so many lies and spun countless more half-truths that it's all starting to sound the same. What's worse is that I am not even sure if I care either way. I hesitate to admit it, but it appears I am a full-fledged sociopath now, a pathological liar of the worst kind.

Maybe what’s happening in America today will seem funny to some other culture in some future time—how it happened that in the depths of America’s decline, Liberals, the great opposition to everything mean and ruthless in this culture, couldn’t muster up a get-together for anything better than a mock-in. Led by a clown.

HOUELLEBECQ

I think that there is a sharp contrast for most people between life at university, where they meet lots of people, and the moment when they enter the workforce, when they basically no longer meet anyone. Life becomes dull. So as a result people get married to have a personal life. I could elaborate but I think everyone understands.

INTERVIEWER

So marriage is just a reaction to...

HOUELLEBECQ

To a largely solitary life.

and on and on

The sart in atlanta!

The wait is killing me

pninian

"As a foreign-born American (an alien as alien as they come) whose actual name is Zbigniew Guzlowski... I lived in the US for 18 years before I realized that the reason I had no friends, no job, no future was that I had a name no one could pronounce. Zbigniew!

What was that but a mouthful of odd consonants in unnatural association! Imagine. A “Z” butting up against an “N,” a “G” leaning into another “N,” and all of this abomination ending in a “W.” Was there any such American name? One ending in “W”? Absolutely not. Since changing my name to “John,” I can’t say that all of God’s grace bathes my head and lightens my load, but I can say that things are a bit easier. People no longer frown when I say my first name. That only starts when I get to the second.

Now all I have to do is make some changes to Guzlowski."

via; by the guy who also wrote this.