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| 07:35am 07/01/2010 | |||||
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exhausted| 2010 - Day 6, Photo 6 |
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| 11:57pm 06/01/2010 | |||||
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| If the Muppets were on with him all the time, his show would be watchable. |
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amused| Snow day! |
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| 08:03pm 06/01/2010 | |||||
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rushed| yeah, so... |
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| 11:42am 06/01/2010 | |||||
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Paint-by-number Super Awesome Disco Unicorn is mine. I'm sure you'll want to see its progress documented in photos. Hilarious. |
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| your daily dose of craig |
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| 10:54am 06/01/2010 | |||||
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¿Dónde está la biblioteca? ¡Yo no tengo pantalones! Unfortunately he talked too much during the show and Carey Mulligan was bumped :( |
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| I see everything. |
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| 10:02am 06/01/2010 | |||||
 Do not fuck with The Donkey. |
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bitchy| 2010 - Day 5, Photo 5 |
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| 08:05pm 05/01/2010 | |||||
 New mousepad that I stash in my drawer at work as a precaution against the night shift swiping it. |
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| I have no idea how I got this one so clear. |
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| 07:37pm 05/01/2010 | |||||
 Seriously, no clue. It certainly didn't look this clear in the preview screen... |
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| .universal anthem. |
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| 07:17pm 05/01/2010 | |||||
Declare independence Don't let them do that to you Declare independence Don't let them do that to you Justice Declare independence Don't let them do that to you Declare independence Don't let them do that to you Justice Start your own currency Make your own stamp Protect your language Justice Declare independence Don't let them do that to you Declare independence Don't let them do that to you Make your own flag Make your own flag Make your own flag Make your own flag Raise your flag (higher higher) Raise your flag (higher higher) Raise your flag (higher higher) Raise your flag (higher higher) Raise your flag (higher higher) Raise your flag (higher higher) Declare independence Don't let them do that to you Declare independence Don't let them do that to you Damn colonists Ignore their patronizing Tear off their blindfold Open their eyes Declare independence Don't let them do that to you Declare independence Don't let them do that to you With a flag and a trumpet Go to the top Of your highest mountain And raise your flag (higher higher) Raise your flag (higher higher) Raise your flag (higher higher) Raise your flag (higher higher) Raise your flag (higher higher) Raise your flag (higher higher) Declare independence Don't let them do that to you Declare independence Don't let them do that to you Raise the flag 'Declare Independence -Bjork' |
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determined| Writer's Block: Sunrise, Sunset |
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| 10:50pm 05/01/2010 | |||||
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crappy| no subject |
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| 05:39pm 05/01/2010 | |||||
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For some reason I want a really cheesy paint-by-numbers kit. Something with horses or kittens or kittens and horses. I can't even remember seeing them in stores anymore. Did any of you partake of this hobby when you were a kid? ETA: Oh man this is awesome. ETA2: Paint-By-Numbers Jesus! |
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| Noughties: More like the NOTies, a "decade" in review: It's like the 60s, except with less hope |
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| 09:41pm 05/01/2010 | |||||
Then again, this decade ruled. It was my first decade spent as an adult and thus granted me the right to get stinking drunk at a gay drag bar called The Cabaret and be called "Punkin'" by a drag queen in the women's room. This also granted me the rights to get blind, stinking drunk in various other locales throughout the world. Score. Also, I actually think this decade will inspire significant nostalgia...something like a combo of the 60s (but with less hope, as was said in Shortbus) and the punk rock downtown '81 scene, but with a nice dash of Weimar Era fascism, Depression Era blues, and Third Reich Genocide. Ah, the good old days! Glad we had some great music to get us through 8 years of Bush! That being said, here are some highlights of those best of times and worst of times that was the "Noughties" but mor like the "NOTies" or the "Naughties". Pick your poison, kids. My Best-Of Lists Behind the cut... ( Read more... ) |
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contemplative| It's going to be one of those days today, huh? |
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| 10:59am 05/01/2010 | |||||
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stressed| stupid dreams |
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I was almost late for work today because of Edward Norton making a cameo appearance in a dream. It was that deep, incredibly vivid moment of dreaming between when your alarm goes off and the snooze goes off. After my first alarm went off, I went back to sleep (naturally) and dreamed that I had gotten a call from my apparently redneck boyfriend that he was parked in his van outside my building and that we were going to elope. OKAY. So I changed out of my Nightcrawler t-shirt into a Scooby-Doo t-shirt, because I am just that classy, threw some things into a backpack, unceremoniously said goodbye to my parents, and left. However, I got delayed on the elevator because the Italian families that lived on every floor of my building were having a party and were going from floor to floor, exchanging dishes and whatnot. Needless to say, that made me hungry. Anyway, it so happened that I needed to TAKE A BUS to the lobby of my building. When the bus parked somewhere, I discovered that both of my cell phones' batteries had died. I'd just received a text message from my Redneck Boyfriend, but I couldn't open it in time. So I was all, "CURRRSSSSE YOUUUUU, CELL PHONESSSSS." In my agitation I was sort of jostling the seat next to me, which happened to be occupied by EDWARD NORTON WTF. So I was like, "Oh, sorry." He was writing/typing something on a laptop computer or something, and I noticed what looked like Chinese lettering on his hand. "New tattoo?" I asked. "Oh, yeah, just got it," he said, and then, "Hey, love your kicks." I was wearing my black Chucks. HE CALLED THEM KICKS, AHAH. Then for some reason I told him incredibly uninteresting things about how I used to cover my notebooks in doodles (I had my journal with me and he was looking at it), and then some random guy across the aisle started talking to him. Edward was then comparing Macs to PCs and I was like, stfu man, I was talking to him. THEN I WOKE UP, five minutes after I should've gotten out of bed. Anyway. Long day of work ahead. Just needed to get that out. |
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| 2010 - Day 4, Photo 4 |
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| 08:53pm 04/01/2010 | |||||
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blah| Here, have a meme! |
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cold| not a pretty girl/that is not what I do/I ain't no damsel in distress and I don't need to be rescued |
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| 10:04am 04/01/2010 | |||||
 Obviously still have not found the proper settings, etc. to go with my subjects. I have a year. I'll get there. If not this year then I'll damn well have to do it next, won't I? |
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optimistic| hee. |
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| 11:56pm 03/01/2010 | |||||
Diana Rigg just wrinkled her nose at you. Your argument is invalid. |
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