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if you met someone one day for like, a half hour, and constantly texted them and hassled them about hanging out for the next three or four days and wound up creeping them out hard, would you rather they ( Read more... ) -
this just in: everything still awesome.
I like my new job a lot. It's boring, but that's awesome. It means I get to sit around and listen to NPR and read and make lists of stuff. PLUS! All the coffee I can drink! I also have a view of the WTC from the 29th floor. Depressing. Super flexible hours though. Someone/something smells like cat pee though. I can't figure out what/who it is, but ( Read more... ) -
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1- Public Enemy #1: Bedbugs appear to be staked out exclusively in my roommate's room, which would logically mean that my room is next; however, I took a billion preventative measures and now have my mattresses and pillows in vinyl cases, my clothes all put away, and a thick layer of chemical death (replenished daily) thwarting the entry of bedbugs ( Read more... ) -
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FUCK MY LIFE. BEDBUGS.
FUCK.
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Bro v. Wade
So's I bought this honey mustard in a metal tube with Russian text all over it, right, and I check the ingredients and there's no honey in it! And then I taste it, and it sucks, and I check again, and there's no mustard! What the hell did I really just buy a tube of ( Read more... ) -
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CAPRICORN [December 22-January 19] "The great theme is not Romeo and Juliet," said poet Anne Sexton. "The great theme we all share is that of becoming ourselves, of overcoming our father and mother, of assuming our identities somehow." This is certainly your great theme, Capricorn, and it's especially important for you to devote yourself to it now ( Read more... ) -
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Getting jumped kinda sucks! Hard!
Knowing that I can defend myself pretty well if need be is kind of reassuring though.
Good friends and free whiskey are the best cures.
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1. When naps fail, Sparks wins ( Read more... ) -
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Listen man, the last thing I have time for is your hopelessly middle class concept of shame.