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Lonely hovering balloon in the grocery store.
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My Dell saved by the grace of god.
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Night hike. We’re discovering that the only way to do something outdoors and live to tell about it is to make sure it is done after 9pm. Tonight: night picnic followed by night frisbee.
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Often I’d take out my magnifying glass and stare into the chaos that was her face.
David Sedaris, for the last time. Book finished.
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You’re going to hell,” the boy said.
“Is this still about me winning that race?
David Sedaris, who refused to give a pity win to a 9 year old in a swimming race.
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Blind contours of each other. I’ve been working on growing my mustache for years and it was nice to finally have someone glorify my efforts in a drawing.
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Blind contour drawings of Charles Barkley.
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Eighteen across: “Not impressed”
Eleven down: “Whore”
I wasn’t even looking at the clues anymore.
David Sedaris. I’m torn between wanting to read this book as fast as I can because I feel like I need to, or trying to make it last as long as possible because I never want it to end.
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thriving in the fashion world since 1987.
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She had this attitude, not that she was better than us but that she was just as good as us - and that simply was not true.
David Sedaris
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Some people like her, most people want to deck her.
Dad on mom.
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For the past three nights I’ve been sleeping in the spare room while redoing my own. This room is primarily used for junk storage and things that my grandma left me when she moved into a home. I kept noticing this awful smell but ignored it because that’s how I remember her old house smelling. Whatev, right? Just musty old stuff. Last night I finally recognized the smell as dried urine. Which means two things: first, that someone or something peed in this room and I may or may not have been sleeping on that spot, and second, my grandma has always smelled like pee and I just accepted it without question.
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Can’t I love you both without having to suck on anything? I love Mackenzie just fine and I don’t have to suck her to prove it.
Brittney, in response to Shawn’s response (“Suck my ass”) after she told us how much she loved us.
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The Dream Team in a cave under a waterfall. These rocks were practically made out of Crisco. All of us had some pretty painful(ly embarrassing) wipe outs.
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decrafting today.
if read quickly, that word can come dangerously close to looking like defacating.
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I am the only participant in a weekly/bi-weekly photoshop project that I started. My face, Brittney's face, and Shawn's face should show up frequently as they are my only friends.
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