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I just realized I haven't written in this in ages, but I decided now was a good time to get back on my journaling horse. So... yeah ( Read more... ) -
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It's probably a little early to declare this my favorite summer of recent memory, but I'm thinking that statement is going to be true. I don't really know why. I'm always working, and when I'm not working I'm drinking bad coffee, or seeing Batman or feverishly writing things. I don't have nearly enough money to go shopping, but I think I will ( Read more... ) -
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I moved out of the apartment. I couldn't take it anymore. Howevs, I need to find a subletter, and fast, because frankly, I really can't afford the rent. It's a really terrible feeling, actually. I don't enjoy it ( Read more... ) -
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Ok, seriously? George Carlin, too? Well, shit. Andrea and I are in mourning, except we can't be because I have to go slave away for eight hours and undoubtedly sell like, every copy of every book he's written and order about 12,000 more, I'm sure. We'll actually probably mourn tomorrow or Wednesday when I have a free day (and a half ( Read more... ) -
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Well... I'm employed. In quite an awesome way, I must say. This is exciting. Granted, I have yet another interview at another fine local establishment on Friday and damn it, if I get that job I don't know what I'm going to do with myself. Regardless, I start on Monday and I'm pretty excited because I need money to go to Rothbury to see my ( Read more... ) -
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In the past 24 hours I have spray-painted t-shirts, dined at Burger King twice (if only for Indiana Jones promos), gotten lost on a wonky bus schedule I misread, purchased an Obama button from a guy that looked like a young Tucker Carlson, saw John Edwards, Barack Obama (omg, please be running mates and make my life better), and the John Edwards ( Read more... ) -
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Occasionally it frightens me when a past, "older" musician whom I love decides to come out with a new album. It could probably be classified as Bob Dylan syndrome, wherein I saw him live twice and now can barely listen to him without thinking of how horrible it was, thus causing me to undoubtedly miss out on some great music of my earlier days. ( Read more... ) -
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Job-searching is kind of awful. Mostly just because I tend to feel really unconfidant sometimes, but everyone today was super, SUPER nice and I got a lot of applications in and am feeling good that I may actually be employed at some point in the near future. This is good, because I need money. Preferably by June 6, so I can go see R.E.M., Modest ( Read more... ) -
Yes, but did you see the swans?
This weekend I purchased ( Read more... )