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Story Time: In Which There is De Ja Vu.

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So it’s late August in the year 2011. I’m laying in bed listening to Broken Social Scene’s Bee Hives while trying, unsuccessfully, to slog my way though Atlas Shrugged, and pondering the merits of returning to the gold standard for currency when I realize… I’ve been here before.

I was doing this exact same thing in late August of 2004.

So there you have it.

I’ve made no personal progress in 7 years.

I’m a failure.

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It’s a metaphor, bro.

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August 30, 2011 at 5:11 am

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Cruel.

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I’m pumped to go see St Vincent again with my girl.
Click here for her new music video.
Also pumped for when we live in a place where we can hang out sweet print from the previous Denver show up on a wall and make it a little more of a home.
It’s a million degrees and far too hot for blogging.
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August 26, 2011 at 2:37 am

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Ruby Tues

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This is my lady’s dog Ruby.

She’s the fucking best.

That is all.

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Don’t want no suckers in my life that don’t remember what this (at least vaguely) feels like.

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August 22, 2011 at 1:07 am

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Signs I’m Aging: Dorm Move-In Days

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It’s that time of the year, yet again, when a few thousand gooey, freshmen fetuses (fetii?) move into their dorm rooms. This process means that if you want to go buy something from Target, drive/park anywhere in this town, or want to walk around in peace, free from having to overhear the spewings of brainless Chads and Tiffanys, you might as well swallow a razor blade and hope it kills you instead. These damn zygotes are going to leave a bunch of umbilical cords all over town and are going to ruin everyone’s nice clean summer with all their afterbirth.

Hell starts up again on Placenta Monday.

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Wish I had a time-hoodie.

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August 19, 2011 at 12:41 am

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Story Time: In Which Last Friday Night Comes On The Radio

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This happens almost every time I get into a car in which the radio is playing, regardless of who is in the car, what time it is, or what mood I’m in. My enthusiasm from frame 1 has grown since last Fall. The time spent questioning myself in frame 2 has become shorter. And the volume of frame 3 has gone up. All of these shifts have happened in direct proportion to one another.

And what’s weird is that I don’t even like Katy Perry. At all.

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“Well, that or John”

 

 

 

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August 17, 2011 at 1:01 am

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Danny Mac And Stu Thomson

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Jeeeez. That’s good stuff.

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I probably say “Blurst of times” on a daily basis.

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August 16, 2011 at 12:00 am

Story Time: In Which This Is Why You’re Fat

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This has happened to me on several occasions at work.

Nevermind that I’m carrying  half dozen packages… I’ll just drop half of them as I help enable you to put as much strain on your poor, struggling bones as you do on the entire health care system.

I’m a bad person.

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I’d hit that… yeah right.

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August 13, 2011 at 8:28 pm

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