July 2011
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Jul 30th
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Saudade
Saudade [sɐ.uˈdadɨ] The love that remains. A vague and constant desire for something that does not and probably cannot exist, for something other than the present, a turning towards the past or towards the future; not an active discontent or poignant sadness but an indolent dreaming wistfulness. A deep emotional state of nostalgic longing for something or someone that one loves and which is...
Jul 25th
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Jul 21st
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Jul 21st
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Jul 18th
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X-Men: IDEK
Wolverine: It's okay, it's me.
Cyclops: Prove it.
Wolverine: You're a dick.
Cyclops: ...Okay.
Jul 18th
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Jul 18th
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Anderson Cooper is dyslexic. But it's okay, he's...
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Jul 17th
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Jul 17th
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Jul 12th
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Jul 12th
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Jul 12th
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Jul 11th
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Jul 11th
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Jul 11th
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Jul 11th
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Such a Boss
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Jul 11th
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Jul 11th
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Jul 11th
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Jul 11th
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Jul 11th
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When the Starbucks barista is distractingly...
Barista: What can I get for you?
Me: UH UH LARGE ICED LATTE, UH, GRANDE, NO WAIT VENTI, VANILLA? Yeah.
Barista: Whipped cream?
Me: YES I LOVE WHIPPED CREAM HA HA
Me: Wait, no, no whipped cream.
Me: HERE TAKE MY DEBIT CARD
Barista: Well you can swipe it right there...
Me: OH. RIGHT.
Me: How do debit cards work. How do buttons.
Jul 11th
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Jul 11th
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Jul 11th
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Jul 11th
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Jul 11th
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Jul 11th
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Jul 11th
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Jul 11th
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Jul 11th
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Jul 11th
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Love by Doug Dorph
Love by Doug Dorph He looks like a bowling pin, she looks like a ball. All over the neighborhood, I meet them, walking hand in hand, his stretching way down to hers. They waddle walk as really fat, or stupid, people do. When I climb the stairs and pass their apartment I see them sitting at their kitchen table. They always leave their door open at dinner time. The smell of cabbage and old...
Jul 8th
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Jul 7th
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