April 2012
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I’m babysitting/nannying for a cute, sort of hippie family for the summer. I started a couple of weeks ago and it’s been mostly really fun, aside from the occasional temper tantrums and the inevitable drama of snack time. (For me, having a snack is very chill—like, okay, cool, I think I’ll eat a baked potato. Not so for children.)
Yesterday I got a text from the...
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How can you not be romantic about baseball?
– Billy Beane in Moneyball. Fantastic movie, and such a true sentiment.
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When my friend asks me to take them to Hartsfield...
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Riight? Atlanta finally got a ‘What Should We Call Me’ style blog, not too embarrassingly late. This is so on point. My new rule: I will gladly take your ass to MARTA if it’s still light out; if you’re trying to catch a flight at night I will consider taking you to the airport. Probably I will make up an excuse for why I can’t, though. Sorry homies.
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But I told them … to fuck off. I’m a prick, don’t come to Tampa. Not my fault you thought you’d get a tan and be happy. Suck my tan balls.
This funny little article featuring the drunk confessions of a guy who works at Lightning games at the St. Pete Times Forum is cracking me up. “Suck my tan balls” is totally my new go-to insult.
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Today I took myself out for an impromptu Monday night burrito on campus. I didn’t have a book with me, so I was forced to eavesdrop on some of the conversations around me. I didn’t go to a ‘normal’ college—boys I went to school with were mostly interested in passing themselves off as intellectual and partaking in a wide variety of drugs. (We had one Republican, pink...
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