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from Dan Young of This Providence
AT HOME: A LIST OF NORMAL THINGS
My daily routine always begins with a cup of coffee (or two).
My dog’s name is Charlie but we really only call him Charlie when he’s in trouble. Usually I call him Charleston or sometimes Sharlestons, if I’m feeling really cutesy.
The Northwest (where I live) is beautiful, it’s really green. I prefer days with less rain, though.
My younger brother’s room is right next to the bathroom and he seems to get mad if I whistle or sing in the shower anytime before noon.
He flies helicopters.
My other younger brother is still under the firm ruling of my parents; he takes the dogs for walks, but I’m certain he just wants to smoke a cigarette where Mum can’t see.
I sprained my ankle by stepping out of our tour van into a damn pot-hole. It was dark and I couldn’t see it, but I still felt like an idiot.
I haven’t seen a doctor because I hate going to the doctors. Maybe I should, it’s been 2 weeks or so, and it’s still not healed.
I like making lists for some reason. It seems to help me organize my scattered thoughts.
Growing up, I never thought I’d like it, but I do love a good red wine.
I need a new ipod.
I LOVE getting packages in the mail. Even if I’m expecting it. Even if it’s as uninteresting as some neglected clothes returning to me from a friends house we stayed at.
I love bubble wrap.
I love lamp.
photo by Josh Hofer of Corrupted Lens

from Dan Young of This Providence

AT HOME: A LIST OF NORMAL THINGS

My daily routine always begins with a cup of coffee (or two).

My dog’s name is Charlie but we really only call him Charlie when he’s in trouble. Usually I call him Charleston or sometimes Sharlestons, if I’m feeling really cutesy.

The Northwest (where I live) is beautiful, it’s really green. I prefer days with less rain, though.

My younger brother’s room is right next to the bathroom and he seems to get mad if I whistle or sing in the shower anytime before noon.

He flies helicopters.

My other younger brother is still under the firm ruling of my parents; he takes the dogs for walks, but I’m certain he just wants to smoke a cigarette where Mum can’t see.

I sprained my ankle by stepping out of our tour van into a damn pot-hole. It was dark and I couldn’t see it, but I still felt like an idiot.

I haven’t seen a doctor because I hate going to the doctors. Maybe I should, it’s been 2 weeks or so, and it’s still not healed.

I like making lists for some reason. It seems to help me organize my scattered thoughts.

Growing up, I never thought I’d like it, but I do love a good red wine.

I need a new ipod.

I LOVE getting packages in the mail. Even if I’m expecting it. Even if it’s as uninteresting as some neglected clothes returning to me from a friends house we stayed at.

I love bubble wrap.

I love lamp.

photo by Josh Hofer of Corrupted Lens