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St. Kevin
On Kevin's way to school today he hit a baby deer and needed to resuscitate it. After doing so, he reunited it with it's mother who turned out to be pregnant so he helped it give birth.
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So off to New York tomorrow. YAY. That's about it in life right now. Except these things ( Read more... ) -
Hop on the bus, Gus
TOO MANY PICTURES TOO MANY PICTURES. Is what you might be thinking right now, having clicked the below link. Or maybe I'm just warning you. Also... WHAT THE HELL IS THIS? This is us (as in US) being absolutely ridiculous and having the time of our lives. Right? CCOC = LIFE! AHAHAHAHAHA. Last year last year last year. Breath. Last night was so ( Read more... ) -
A man is rich in proportion to the number of things which he can afford to let alone.
35 hours over the next eight days not including travel time/time travel and it's worse for everyone who can actually sing. It's like May in December! YES!
( HAPPY SARA APPRECIATION WEEK! ) -
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I don't understand how I can have a perfectly wonderful, delicious, seedless clementine, but making my way onto the next one...SURPRISE!... a seed in every bite. YUCK. -
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My fingers are so cold. I could never be a professional pianist (Whether concert or jazz club. Like I can really improvise.) ; I wouldn't be able to run hot water over my hands for twenty minutes before sitting down to play. There's no time for that. Not where I live. Gas prices are up, the thermostat is down. Why is everyone so into Air all of a ( Read more... ) -
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Ahahaha so Sars and I got a MySpace, cause you know, we're like, scenesters, like and ummmm take pictures of ourselves and listen to good music ya know? Well really she got one and I highjacked it. I'm reading Studies In A Dying Colonialism by Frantz Fanon. I stopped remembering how to hold up a phone conversation, because I have a cold. Night ( Read more... ) -
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NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO FEIST SOLD OUT. SHE SOLD OUT TO A LACOSTE COMMERCIAL. I TURNED ON THE TV AND THERE IT WAS. SHE SOLD MUSHABOOM TO A GOD DAMNED LACOSTE COMMERCIAL. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.
