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in which i am a dramatic and a gloom.
Well, friends, this could very well be the last words you ever read from me. Tomorrow I make my very first, solo airplane trip and I am the nervousest. Airplanes frighten me even when I’m travelling with someone else, but holy moly. The trip isn’t even very long; like I said in my horribly cusstastic [...]
in which i drop some type of fuck word thirteen times in eight minutes, i think.
Holy moly, yo. I had no idea of the rate at which I spit out cuss words. Apologies! Maybe I should, um, calm down on that. Also, I’m just one mumbling, rollercoaster-voiced mess in this thing. If anyone needs me to type up a transcript (because my one reader cares this much), just let me [...]
in which you need to buy these things.
Listen up, losers! I’m sorry, none of you are losers. I don’t know why I said that. Anyway. My friend, Steff Bomb (I’d like to check that birth certificate, please), is an amazing plushmaker. And a darn-tootin’ good sketcher (sketchist?) as well. Currently, she barely lives in Chicago, IL, so I’m sending out some pleas [...]
in which my cats are disgusting, I guess.
(Please forgive my face and bangs and pimple-nose. Yikes.) Well, first of all, a month or so ago, Agnes ran straight across my face one morning, leaving scratches along the way. That was nice. And now? My cats are filthy. I don’t know where they’ve been hanging out. Maybe Agnes is going for the “Justin [...]
in which i break the world record for how many times the phrase “so, that’s cool” is used in a seven minute period.
In this episode: I decide that I will be attending The New School in New York City this upcoming school year, but now must find $15,301 or a very, very cheap place to stay in or aroundish Greenwich Village (or, you know, Brooklyn, Queens, etc.) or will begrudgingly commute to classes. I talk with much [...]