"You're inching your way up my list of favorite lesbians, except--oh, wait."--Jenn Focht
This is a Facebook status I once posted:
"Things I do while procrastinating: Envision the literary love child of Judith Butler and Cormac McCarthy. I'm pretty sure the Road would just collapse into a solitary fifty-page-long sentence that was somehow within the confines of every possible grammatical principle except for the ones about quotation marks. It would only be fifty pages because while stopping to figure out how their titles of "the Man" and "the Boy" were personified, especially when juxtaposed with the sexual politics inherent to bullets, they'd get eaten by cannibals wearing half boy scout