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dear internet friends of mine who i have enormous, virtual love for: i am gonna quit journaling, but would love to keep in touch with some/most/all of you! godspeed and loads of luv, |
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     everything is fine and good last night i ate the biggest slice of pizza i've ever seen jake and neilson are spending thanksgiving with my family i posed semi-nude for the first time for a classmate's photo series half of jeff's house burnt down, he called me to ask where he could buy cool bed sheets online |
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Stop voting for people you want to have a beer with. Stop voting for folksy. Stop voting for people who remind you of your neighbor. Stop voting for the ideologically intransigent, the staggeringly ignorant, and the blazingly incompetent. Vote for someone smarter than you. Vote for someone who inspires you. Vote for someone who has not only traveled the world but who has also shown a deep understanding and compassion for it. The stakes are real and they’re terrifyingly high. This election matters. It matters. It really matters. Let me say that one more time. This. Really. Matters. — Sarah Palin Naked by Michael Seitzman at Huffington Post |
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i had to make this biography for photo arts:
it was actually remarkably difficult and i cannot write about myself without sounding like a contrived, self-righteous asshole - which may be the universe's ultimate hint that i suck as much as i think i do. half-kidding! |
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here is his website. (it is also my website) ________________________________________    ~* i luv my shitty ass nikon d50 nothing can come between us *~ |
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i saw the BIGGEST, brightest fucking shooting star of my life. it was wide and fat and its trail lasted at least one second before it fizzled. it was holy. |
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 I am selling some photo related things and figured e-friends get first dibs before ebay: ( 2 lenses and a flash for cheap as fuq ) |
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 "You know what? I am actually not that much into voting. I think it’s kinda crazy that a woman [was] running, because I think that women deal with a lot of emotions and menopause and PMS and stuff. Like, I’m so moody all the time, I know I couldn’t be able to run a country, ‘cause I’d be crying one day and yelling at people the next day, ya know?" —Brooke Hogan, when asked who she's voting for by a potential roommate on her series Brooke Knows Best. |
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 so this NYer cover has been hashed and rehashed to death but this still rings true and made me lol: See, the Rude Pundit's problem with the whole Barack-as-Muslim and Michelle-as-Black-Panther plus burning flag and bin Laden's picture in the Oval Office isn't that it's particularly offensive. It's that it's just not very funny. It's not even enough to make you go, "Hmmm." You glance at it once and think, "Yeah, some people think that, don't they? That's a shame." And there the whole joke ends. There's no more levels to it. It's like an Upper East Side version of South Park, an elitist attempt at crude humor, like an ironic fart at a wine tasting. via the rude pundit |
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