I guess I should, like formally apologize for that last entry, hah ( Read more... )

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Twenty-Three questions I ask everybody in order to decide if i can really love them:
INSTALLMENT NUMBER 44. You meet a Wizard in downtown Chicago. The Wizard tells you he can make you more attractive if you pay him money. When you ask how this process works, the wizard points to a random person on the street. The wizard says, "I will now make them ( Read more... )

Twenty-Three questions I ask everybody in order to decide if i can really love them:
INSTALLMENT NUMBER 33. You meet the perfect person. Romantically, this person is ideal: you find them physically attractive, intellectually stimulating, consistently funny, and deeply compassionate. However, they have one quirk: This individual is obsessed with Jim ( Read more... )

Twenty-Three questions I ask everybody in order to decide if i can really love them:
INSTALLMENT NUMBER 22. Let us assume there are two boxes on a table. In one box, there is a relatively normal turtle; in the other, Adolf Hitler's skull. You have to select one of these items for your home. If you select the turtle, you can't give it away and you ( Read more... )

Twenty-Three questions I ask everybody in order to decide if i can really love them:
INSTALLMENT NUMBER 11. Let us assume you met a rudimentary magician. Let us assume he can do five simple tricks-he can pull a rabbit out of his hat, he can make a coin disappear, he can turn the ace of spades into the Joker card, and two others in a similar vein. ( Read more... )

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you know, its really fucking easy to hate myself ( Read more... )

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IT'S APRIL FIRST

I JUST REMEMBERED

ONE OF MY PHOTOGRAPHS IS AT THE JEPSON

I'M AT WORK UNTIL 7

FUCKFUCKFUCK

and the picture wasn't even that good, but you know, having my work displayed at a museum is pretty awesome, no matter how shitty the picture is.