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Next Saturday I’ll be on the way to South Carolina for a week of somehow even fewer obligations than my meager existence already entails. So for this final few days I’ll be dressing up in bro tanks and swimsuits in preparation for a week of bro tanks and swimsuits.

Filed under GPOY ugh Remember when this blog was about writing?

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GPOY: Got a New Cardigan and You People Only Seem to Respond to Selfies Now, So Choke On Some Model Shots Edition.

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GPOY:  New Hair, Don’t Care (except I actually do care and crave an unending stream of positive reinforcement lest the cracked walls of my self-esteem cave in on themselves) Edition

GPOY:  New Hair, Don’t Care (except I actually do care and crave an unending stream of positive reinforcement lest the cracked walls of my self-esteem cave in on themselves) Edition

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So this beard: keep, shape, or eradicate from the face of the…my face, I guess? I was going to say Earth, but you know.
Anyway, I have no idea what to do with it.

So this beard: keep, shape, or eradicate from the face of the…my face, I guess? I was going to say Earth, but you know.

Anyway, I have no idea what to do with it.

Filed under GPOY ugh

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'Takin' selfies, huh?'
'No, go away.'
'Bullshit, you totally are. Take one with me.'
'No.'
'Come ooooon.
Fine. Get up here.’
'Look, we're Pietà.’
'Not quite, pup.'

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Today’s writing station is comfy as hell, which might explain why very little writing is getting done. That, or the incessant need to document it. Whichever.

Today’s writing station is comfy as hell, which might explain why very little writing is getting done. That, or the incessant need to document it. Whichever.

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