September 2011
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At-home spa tip: don’t slather yourself in lotion and then put on an old Love and Rockets t-shirt.
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“You’re so hip right now.”
“Am I?”
“I mean, you’re the only person in this apartment who finds Mark Ruffalo handsome.”
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‘Eat More Kale’
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“That still happening?”
“Yep.”
”.”
Watercolor set or stick pastels?
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I lied about the nap thing.
“Oh man, does your mausoleum say ‘Danzig’?”
“I wish.”
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“Honestly, if I died and my tombstone read ‘Here lies Angela, she never _________’, I would be totally OK with that.”
“I’ll print this email out in case we get into an accident and the tombstone people need the info.”
“Thank you.”
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If I were going to write a Decline and Fall-esque novel about today’s studio class, I’d definitely call it Battered Walls.
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I need some Corgi/Boardwalk Empire pictures.
Watchaliceingradschool:
And this is why Roommate should wait to get a corgi.
Bullshit.
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“I also cry at singing competitions.”
”.”
“It’s because music gives me chills!”
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Also, I obviously wore Dadbro’s Smiths t-shirt to the cemetery today.
What historical figure should I go as the sexy version of for Halloween?
I justify taking cabs back from other boroughs by convincing myself I need to analyze the deterioration of bridges up close.
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Hot dudes reading Jane Austen on the subway.
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I may have to give up weekday napping.
Who wants to go to and/or watch a Phillies-Mets game this weekend?
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“I’ll never understand you.”
“What do you mean?”
“Just, I would never wear a dress on a walking tour.”
“What am I supposed to wear?”
“It’s not like there’s a uniform.”
“OK.”
