adam and i woke up early and went to the "clean sweeps" junior league rummage sale. i got a pile of books and i couldn't really look much because they were all i could carry. also i didn't really want to try looking because there were people crowding around me, at least 5 at my elbows and i can't stand it, i can't stand the crowds. adam found 2 leonard cohen albums among others and i irrationally got mad at him because he wouldn't let me have them on the stance that i like leonard cohen more than he does. but i wasn't really mad, maybe sometimes i just play mad. that is a fault. sometimes i am playing mad and he thinks i am really mad and then i am upset that he is angry in return and DONT YOU KNOW I WASNT REALLY MAD!! don't you know i am playing mad? of course of course of course not.
the books:
jean paul sartre - the age of reason
hunter s thompson - fear and lothing: on the campaign trail '72
hemingway - the short stories
camus - the stranger
t.c. boyle - the tortilla curtain
alfred hitchcock - stories not for the nervous
walker percy - the moviegoer
virginia woolf - mrs. dalloway
l.m. montgomery - anne of green gables, anne of avonlea, anne of the island (three pack)
burroughs - naked lunch
sam shepard - cruising paradise
jim carroll - the basketball diaries
thomas pynchon - mason & dixon
norman mailer - marilyn
we saw capote yesterday. i liked it very much. adam feels biopics are not so much good performances as much as good imitations.
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