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The most influential person who never lived?
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So I keep ringing in right at the last minute with this 30 in 30 business. But you know what? Whoops!
Complaint of the day -- When I wine and dine your ass at work, and make you laugh, and make stupid smalltalk with your fat kids, this is probably me telling you that it's a good idea to leave me more than a 4% tip.
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Well, I'm all moved into the new apartment. And by "all moved in," I of course mean that all of my shit is lying about in places it doesn't belong. And I'm stealing internet from the neighbors. I'm going to be here by myself for a thousand years (read: three weeks), but most of that thousand years will be spent in Vermont. I start grad school in ( Read more... ) -
Getting Old: Why it Doesn't Sound Like Much Fun at All
Oh okay, so I'm about an hour and a half late on my 30 posts in 30 days promise (but I'm backdating it, so I'm pretty much cheating anyway). Though I didn't really specify that I'd be doing one post each day, so this counts as far as my book is concerned. It's not like you really cherish my profound thoughts anyway.
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I've been having weird dreams lately. Very vivid dreams about the apocolypse, and about having children. Very, very scary things.
For some reason, I awoke this morning at 6, and I was spitting into my hand.
Your guess is as good as mine.
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A new girl started at work tonight. Her name's something Spanishy, and she speaks it perfectly and fluently, so I'm glad the guys at work have a new person to hit on now. Doesn't mean they hit on me any less.
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In an attempt to pretend my life is more monumental than it really is, I'll be making 30 livejournal entries in the next 30 days. The month of June should be set aside for something other than wallowing and getting drunk, though that's typically what I use it for ( Read more... ) -
Facebook Purge
Last night I drunkenly purged my facebook friends list. I used to have 400 friends, but I think I have somewhere near 50 now. I apologize if you were deleted from my life. But I guess that's how I do things. -
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i woke up in the middle of the night and sent myself this email:
i had a dream about a kitty whose brains we took out then we woke him up and told him he didn't have brains and then he wnated to know things.
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Been listening to a lot of Anais and missing the hell out of the boy. It's just not the same when there's nobody mumbling to me in French.
I had a dream the other night that Andrew Jackson was at my house with me, having dinner. He introduced me to his wife, and it was Janet Jackson. Crazy.