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  1. headlight also broken, going to delessio's to stifle rage with cake.
  2. http://twitpic.com/qxorl -
  3. HEY SURE BACK FIVE FEET INTO MY SCOOTER SNAP THE BRAKE LEVER DON'T LEAVE A NOTE IT'S COOL
  4. we have a collaborative google spreadsheet of thanksgiving potluck contributions. THE FUTURE IS HERE!
  5. @aegies the book has even more horrific sexual content than the movie, but i'd still recommend it.
  6. read: sapphire, "push." basis for "precious." it's hard to sort how good it is from how upsetting it is; i refuse to see the movie. oof.
  7. @semanoesis i had a dream you found some beautiful 'vogs at a yard sale. the next day you said "these look like all my other gay shoes."
  8. @semanoesis until such research is available, maybe you should drive sober and textless. just to be, you know, safe.
  9. @arletterocks more on this as it develops!
  10. (the shakespearean kind, that is)
  11. why, yes, hot good-smelling boy, i will do a scene with you.
  12. best postcard ever from @arlenarlenarlen. includes a really nerdy joke about bacteria.
  13. @betsymd curse this 9-5!
  14. clearly i need to hang out at @wickedgrounds.
  15. if two people i know are writing in the same coffee shop do i tell them they should hang out?
  16. @okcupid kickball and a deep-friend turkey!
  17. @_dom <3<3<3 speaking of the womb, have you read wellesleyblue lately?
  18. @_dom the superlative is "gothiest" only if the adjective is "gothy," which i reject, abhor, and adjure in favor of "goth." thus, "gothest."
  19. spent lunch perched on a tombstone, reciting joan la pucelle's speech to the fiends. someone give me a tiara. I AM THE GOTHEST PRINCESS.
  20. @bearfax yes! i got some prints of flickr photos done and now you are all post-lunch-staring at me from my wall.