January 2011
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triumphant return
Last night I had a dream where a guy I was dating (who was not actually a real person/someone I have dated) kept showing pictures of this romantic set-up he did in my bedroom to people I know. You know, that cliche set-up where various sized cups of guacamole are planted around someone’s bedroom like sexy candles. Guacamole! I’m pretty sure as a post-sex snack? Nothing gross I...
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I could never love someone who PREFERS American...
Have we said this before? I feel like we all should have.
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An open letter to Emily (interrobangin):
rogerrr:
Tumblr/my life without you has been like halloween without the vandalizism… a family reunion with alcohol. Still fun but a lot less obnoxnious and colorful. Come back to me, please.
I heard she died of, like, feeling boring.
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