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It's my birthday! Woot! I'm so old! Someone fetch me a quarter-life crisis!
I got lots of presents this year! Like booze and marigolds and watermelons and books about Judy Chicago and a table made of Cherry and tickets to the Celtics and Patty Griffin and a monkey on a scooter and fake moustashes and a trip to Iceland and an catalog essay for a BU gallery show in the Fall. How'd I get so lucky?
If anyone wants a postcard from Iceland, they must post or e-mail their address before noon tomorrow (Thursday). Some creep-tastic German professor found my old Moleskine with addresses and is holding it hostage with his creepiness.
That is all.
I got lots of presents this year! Like booze and marigolds and watermelons and books about Judy Chicago and a table made of Cherry and tickets to the Celtics and Patty Griffin and a monkey on a scooter and fake moustashes and a trip to Iceland and an catalog essay for a BU gallery show in the Fall. How'd I get so lucky?
If anyone wants a postcard from Iceland, they must post or e-mail their address before noon tomorrow (Thursday). Some creep-tastic German professor found my old Moleskine with addresses and is holding it hostage with his creepiness.
That is all.