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So, a month ago, I looked up the weather on July 7 for the past three years, and now everytime I log on to weather.com to look at the weather for today, or tomorrow, it shows me giant pictures of weddings.
Fuck you, weather channel.
Anyway, I'm going down to Charlottesville this weekend. The weather will suck. Well, it will be cold, my least favorite flavor of weather. I'm bringing lots of books with me. I may witness the death of a horse. I'm definitely planning on bringing back bath bombs. And new socks. Maybe severed human heads.
Okay, not. But I would really like to pose for a photographic interpretation of Judith slaying Holofernes, if anyone is up for that.
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Bored Bored.
Bored.
Ugh. So bored.
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Places I am hoping to go to in the next year: San Francisco, New York City, Upstate New York, Rhode Island, other, smaller islands.
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*Flee
*Play dead
*Kick feebly
*Sleep for 1000 years
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Kate Greenstreet, Anne Gorrick, and Betsy Wheeler at the Burlesque Poetry Hour.
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