tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308601212011-04-21T22:51:03.165-06:00A delightful gathering of eclectic inspiration befuddled by random parading of higgledy-piggledy writings and personal information I should be keeping to myself.lettohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17746278762623420986noreply@blogger.comBlogger1191100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30860121.post-16808416834610487632007-04-07T00:47:00.000-06:002007-04-07T00:49:15.445-06:00

This blogger is feeling a little cramped, so I'm moving on up...You can find me here- nicoletlaursen.com

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We wrapped a golf cart:

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There is a small, microscopic, bruise on the skin below my eye. It is the remnants of a life that tragically ended this evening. I have heard that looks can kill. I never thought that the soft, fragile skin that cradles my eyes was capable of such a heinous act. The ground echoed through my shoes with each pounding step, creating a rhythm inside me that set the cadence of my rambling thoughts.

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Spunk and fearlessness drove her to do it.She eyed the other side of the road. Adrenaline built inside her like mercury. She could see the car approaching fast. She lowered her head and raised her tail in the air. She knew she was the one with the heart and the drive. She was fearless. An eternity of safe crossing time came and passed. Aware of the time skipping her by, she chose to wait.wait....

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My first encounter with William Kentridge's work was in the winter of 2005. I was at the Met in New York for the opening of the gates and as I walked through the museum I caught a glimpse of this beautiful film flickering on the wall. Kentridge's animations are composed of a single charcoal drawing that is altered in each frame, leaving behind ghosts of past drawings and creating a sense of

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Frustrated and annoyed, I decided earlier today that I am going to start caring a horn around with me when I go shopping for groceries. When I find myself stuck behind two girls gossiping about Britney Spears, instead of politely asking them to move, I will hold my horn in the air and honk it loud. Later tonight after the last stock boy empties his last palette, I will break into the grocery

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Yes, I have been thinking about it for quite a while now. Today I decided that I am in a perfect situation to go for it. What is it?An MFA in Alternative Media. Wish me luck!

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I went and got some chinese food to help me feel better. Yes, something about that orange chicken and greasy egg roll helped to ease my haunted mind. I feel somewhat uneasy about even posting this blog because it disturbs me so. So, there is a chance I will not post it. A chance it will be saved on my hard drive and never published.I don't remember the course of events that lead to the situation

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I am pleased to announce that nico is being featured on Designers who blog. If you are not familiar with designers-who-blog.com you should really check it out. It's a fantastic collection of inspirational writing about design. I also want to thank cat for the complement on my blog. It's funny, sometimes I feel like my soul is drying up. Actually I think my soul did dry up. It morphed into a

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I think that apple and nike should team up to create a new ipod designed for runners. It would work just as any other ipod works. What would make this ipod so amazing would be the addition of the random sound of footsteps closing in from behind. I noticed today while I was jogging that I ran twice as fast when I could hear another jogger behind me. I'm not sure how they would pull it off without

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Jacob Two-TwoEveryone should slow down for a half hour on a Saturday morning and watch this show. The animation is fresh and the story lines are actually quite interesting—even for adults. Well, for me at least and I'm often easily amused... Jacob Two-Two is based off of a series written by Mordecai Richler.Richler is a Canadian writer—born in Montréal.

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I was always a super star student in college. However, I did not do well in every subject. English Lit was one of them. I don't remember where I read this quote- all I remember was reading it my English Lit class (one of the few things that stuck with me):Well I am certainly wiser than this man. It is only too likely that neither of us has any knowledge to boast of; but he thinks that he knows

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So I finally got my new site up! It still has a couple things I need to work on— but it is getting there. Take a gander if you dare... lettodesign

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the google guys said it all with this one.

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Ben Wilson- he's local and ridiculously talented. Check out these posters

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A couple weeks ago I designed stickers to promote a concert. These stickers were then stuck on thousands of coffee cup lids. They are now literally under the noses of many consumers who only really wanted their morning coffee. Today I watched this video.

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Watch people get stressed out about relaxing

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Lascaux- the first graphic designersSaul Bass- found a new medium in which to create art."My initial thoughts about what a title can do was to set mood and the prime underlying core of the film's story, to express the story in some metaphorical way. I saw the title as a way of conditioning the audience, so that when the film actually began, viewers would already have an emotional resonance with

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The second time I tried to paint him, I couldn't. Maybe I need new paint. I carry my paint in a large yellow home depot tool box. Maybe I need a new tool box. Or perhaps its the surface. Yes, the surface is all wrong. I need a new surface to paint his portrait. The photo reference is old and the detail was lacking. I should fly back to Quebec and take another photo. I will need a new camera to

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So I just discovered something absolutely fantastic. I can type faster when I drink! Or maybe it's that my brain moves slower and that makes the words look like they are being typed faster. Either way its kinda fun. It makes me wanna write. I just watched the movie "The Night Listener". I am still digesting it. I don't know.So now the Wallflowers are playing on my itunes and I just had the

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I knew he could see my reflection in the window. So I really tried hard not to laugh, but the combination of his vibrato and erroneous U2 lyrics were just too much for me to handle. His ipod was turned up loud enough for me to sing along—but I was too busy trying not to laugh. He was working out on the elliptical next to me and we both faced a large reflective window. I really do think he was

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He is tall and thin. His long white beard is as long as his mane of white hair that hangs long out the back of his beanie stocking cap. He comes here often. Almost everyday. I know this because I do the same. Today I saw him sleeping in his car. It looked cold and uncomfortable. Now I know why he comes here so often.

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tick tick tickThe sound of heated metal. It goes tick, tick, tick. Usually at 2am—when my apartment drops a few degrees and the thermostat kicks on those damned baseboard heaters. It is this very sound that awoke me from a deep sleep this morning. A long deep sleep at that. It's not uncommon for me to sleep for long periods of time after being emotionally drained. I passed out around 7:30pm last

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I may be new to all of this, but I do know this is a battle every designer faces. We go to school, earn fancy degrees, become amazingly talented—and for what? Maybe it's fame, fortune, passion... blah blah blah. I just want to add a little beauty to our world. I want to cut down the number of ugly ads and billboards and make art out of them. I want to create stunning works that not only get

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Our society is evolving into a strange socially awkward existence. I can see it in my own behaviors. I would much rather email or text message than have an actual conversation on the phone. It's not that I don't like to talk to people— it's that I don't like to initiate conversations in the real world. Don't ask me why, I don't know.In this very coffee shop there are at least 20 people with

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what do you think?everyone here cannot stop talking about it- Al Gore

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I was sitting in my car.Waiting for the light to turn green.I looked ahead of me and felt a tinge of panic when I saw the car on the other side of the intersection. I looked around fearful that I was either on the wrong side or going the wrong way down a one way street. The driver of the other car appeared to panic as well. I felt relieved when I realized it wasn't me. The other car was going the

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I can't believe it.I'm not one to endorse new years resolutions. I think that we should always be trying to better ourselves year round. However, this year I have many. None of which I will share with the world, but I must say– I am very excited about this new year. It started with a bang and I can feel all the pieces coming together and they are going to make something amazing.Happy New Year!

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I suddenly feel very old. Sitting here in the second coffee house I have visited today. I'm not old by any means. A girl I met at a party just looked at me with astonishment when I told her that I had already graduated college. She said I don't look old enough to be done with school. Then she told me I should stop allowing friends to cut my hair.

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Right now I am waiting in an airport. I will soon be home for the holidays. I'm glad that I brought my laptop to the airport this time. I was just browsing through my favorite sites and blogs when I came across this At first I thought it was a little ironic. We try so hard to keep religion out of our politics, but we don't hesitate to throw our politics into religion. I sent a link to my brother

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its fun, try itclick

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silly pink bunniesCheck out Jeremy Fish, his illustrations are rad. I wouldn't normally say the word "rad" but in this case, I feel he deserves it. Also check him out in the new edition of juxtapoz. Make sure to read the little article about Olneyville, Rhode Island. Just because I once lived near Olneyville. I saw a rockabilly show once in Olneyville. I wouldn't normally go to a rockabilly show,

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This weekend I built a very gaudy ginger bread house. I also made my own christmas cards. The events of this past weekend mixed with my current mood swings are sure to make me the next martha stewart.

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If not for graphic designers, no one would be able to find the bar. Who would have thought... see how important we are!

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This happens every time. I get stuck. Stuck between bad ideas and empty space. I feel a knot growing in my stomach and a dull pain on the front of my brain. I need concepts for a national ad by tomorrow. I want my ideas to be the ones that are eventually produced- they need to be good. So now I am sitting here, banging my head up against the wall and the only ideas that are shaking out are trite,

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Hey look, art on television!

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Last night I decorated my apartment. I spent the money I was going to use for Christmas presents on my apartment.The girl at the check stand gave me a strange look when she asked,"are you Christmas shopping?" I politely said,"Nope, just shopping for myself." I felt kinda bad... but my apartment looks really cute now.

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Istanbul

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Click

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"...And then people could talk about that famous artist who used to live in the Godzilla Building in the apartment right above Godzilla’s left nipple. And then they could argue over whether or not Godzilla even has nipples."

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I discovered today that I am a complete screw up and I know nothing about graphic design. My brain hurts.

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I feel whinny and my head hurts and im bored.

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I had a nightmare last night.Someone I knew was saying very mean things about me at a party.I know it was just a nightmare, but can't stop thinking about it.I keep wishing that I would have stood up for myself and replaying it in my mind as if it really happened.Weird, huh

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I looked down at my phone and quickly deleted the evidence. Spiders shouldn't date ladybugs, they will never understand each other. The ladybugs always end up hurt. I decided to relax and have fun.Beyond the cow patties and fields of frost covered grains, shines a soft green glow contained within a small building in the middle of a podunk town.We were all emersed in green as I lead the way to the

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The mind is a scary place to get lost.

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god called again today......still no voicemail

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I just rediscovered something.A pen.Yes, a magical instrument used to write.I have this burning desire to write.I am in an airport with no computer.Funny how easily I could forget that I can write the good old fashioned way -pen to paper.We spoke about holiday travel trends. I found myself memorized by his taxi licence mounted on the front dashboard. His conversation was pleasant, but his photo

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California here I come!

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That's right. He tried to call me. Not just once- but many times over the last couple weeks. He didn't leave a message though. I probably should have answered to see whats up. I wonder if he will call again.I just tried to delete someone, but I kept getting messages saying "Sorry, the server could not delete contact, try again."Strange, huh.

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Yesterday I voted. I was really excited- because I never vote. Then I realized that I didn't really want to vote for or against anything. Then I was sad that I did.

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Can you say Dyslexia fi yuo cna raed tihs, yuo hvae a sgtrane mnid too Cna yuo raed tihs? Olny 55% of plepoe can. i cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it dseno't mtaetr in waht oerdr the ltteres in a wrod are, the olny iproamtnt tihng is taht the frsit and lsat

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A year ago today, I ran a marathon. Strange. It is raining today, just as it was last year. I watched some of the runners as I drove a friend to work. Today is also the New York marathon. Funny how priorities change. I don't feel like I have the time to run that far and train that hard now.

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Reflective black.I can't think of a better way to describe late rainy nights. It was the perfect temperature to take the long way. I felt like walking on my toes, and my silver lined slippers were the shoe of choice. The streets were wet and shiny. I played hop-scotch in the rain puddles. The spring in my step took attention away from my wet hair and runny nose. She looked at me like I was crazy

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I just deleted my myspace. How liberating!

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I can't explain the look of concern that overcame his face- but it was a look that changed the way I saw him. I wanted to tell him what happened all over again, just to see it once more. Someone (besides my family) was so worried about me. I've seen that look many times since- and each time it has had the same effect on me. Maybe it is that look that pushes me over the edge of reason. That causes

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Thats the pumpkin I carved- its the first in a series of two.

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No worries, its a sculpture, click here to read more

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I tried to turn off my alarm, but it just kept ringing. This morning I realized that the noise that woke me in the night was not my alarm, but some friends calling me in some attempt to invite me to participate in their festivities. It was good timing. I was having a nightmare that the IT guy at work was chewing on my hand and I couldn't get away. Sounds ridiculous now, but at the time it was

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so im planning on skipping out on the usual halloween festivities- by that I mean getting dressed up and going downtown. Instead, I think I might carve a pumpkin and then go to a friends house to hang out. It should be fun. Happy halloween!oh and this song has been stuck in my head all week:I'm trying to put this thing to bedI've drugged it in its sleepThere isn't many memoriesI'm comfortable to

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My apartment was crawling with large nasty spiders last night. I saw the first one while talking to my dad on the telephone. It was about the size of a quarter and died fighting. My poor dad had to listen to me as I ranted and raved about how horrible it was to have such a large spider terrorizing me. Once I hung up the phone, I went into a crazy cleaning frenzy. I found a similar spider under my

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lets all go to mexico!

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Im the only one here now- he is singing from behind the counter. I don't think he knows I'm here.

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I always say no when they ask if I want room for cream. Then I turn around and pour some cream in my coffee. Its funny to make people believe your something your not. Until you realize that you really don't know who you are to begin with. I appreciate honesty and wish everyone could be so honest. I'm much more tired today than I originally thought I was. An old man told the young coffee house

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She was talking really fast and forgetting what was said. It made me laugh a little, but I was also worried about this girl who was about 3,000 miles away. I was really glad she called to rescue me from working my life away. It seemed so funny to me to hear her high level of responsibility to her friends, even though she was intoxicated. I told her not to drive anywhere. I told her I would talk

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Native Americans went on vision quests to isolate themselves with nature. They were searching for oneness, spirituality, and meaning. My mission was hardly as romantic. I was going to go home because I couldn't concentrate at the coffee house. Instead, I just started driving. No destination in mind, no plan, no clue when I would stop. I would have drove to the ocean and back if I could. I ended

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i feel like crap- so because I am so very retarded, and incapable of being a rational normal human being- I am taking a break from alcohol.

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It's really nice out today- I got the job- im going to be working alot very soon. Im kinda excited but at the same time a little terrified. For some reason I am afraid of staying here for too long and this might make it hard to want to leave. I don't know what to expect. Last night I acted so strange- I have not been myself over the last few weeks. I had a dream that I slept through my weekend. A

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I was on my way to the middle of nowhere so that I could go running farther into oblivion when I realized that my car was almost out of gas. Have you ever noticed that when you turn off your engine and turn it back on that the needle on the gas tank goes up. I love that mystery gas that suddenly appears in my tank. I was able to postpone a refill until I finished my run. It was a fantastic run

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Last night I was hanging out at a coffee house downtown. I think I was there for a few hours and then I met some friends for sushi. Sushi was good, but I wouldn't suggest to drink merlot with it. Then it was off for a fun night of dancing and drinking. I got to hang out with Christine* and Jacob*. I never hang out with them. It was a good little change. We got really drunk. Jacob is a very

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I stayed up until 2am working on my new site. Not much progress but im becoming an actionscripting pro. Today I decorated the office for homecoming. As the designer in the office, people assume I am a natural decorator. My apartment says otherwise. Its late and im sitting alone at a coffee house. I will soon be enjoying some sushi with my friends. I like sushi.

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Im leaving in about 4 months. I decided that now is the perfect time to try a new city. Mission=SF or nearby somewhere bay areaish (is that a word?). As soon as my lease is up, I'm off.

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my secrete is out, the running shoes and dreams of visiting Tokyo are really because I want to be a power ranger:mostly because I gave up my true dream and came to terms with reality. I will never be a ninja turtle.

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//Begin random thoughts{I went to the laundromat yesterday. Now my cloths are clean.I also went to the store- got a cute pair of shoes and a new scarf - (its getting cold, brrrr).I was going to go running, but instead I went and got a cup of hot green tea at the coffee shop downtown.Then I was going to clean my apartment, but instead I made a big mess.I wanted to go to sleep, but I painted

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My parents never owned a home computer. They used type writers. I wrote all my high school papers either on a type writer or at the public library. There were no computers in my home until my second year in college.I was trilled when I had finally saved up enough of my waitressing tips to buy my very own computer. Knowing absolutely nothing about computers, I had my mind set on purchasing a Dell.

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I got this in my junk mail, what is it?And, Genie, just the other day youdidnt care how I saw you. Guess Ill give myself up as a bad job, he told her. Youve got to climb the mountain and walk till I canbuy another burro. Blair, perhaps youcan give an old desert codger a little advice, said Adam. His mention of a youngfellow suddenly rendered Genie amazed, shy, bewildered. Sunset had passed

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I like to spend a lot of time doing things the hard way. Then I like to give up, get a mcflurry and to return to it later that evening.

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ha ha ha, this is how i spent my thursday night:

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I always have really awkward conversations with the guy that works here. I think it's partially because I cannot hear very well and also because I am awkward. I don't know why I'm incapable of having normal human interaction.

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I'm a nerd.So last night I was super good and went to bed at 11pm so that I could get up early and take my car to the mechanic. I slept really well. I remember having a dream that I was with this guy I have never seen before and we were trying to run away from this other guy who was wearing a black t-shirt with red block lettering on it. For some reason we decided the best way to get away was to

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Does this make sense to anybody?As always, everything hit me at once.Working late- that hasn't happened in a while.I have to get up early and take my car to the mechanic. Then I'm leaving it there all day. I don't know what I will do while it is getting fixed. I think an adventure is in store... shhhThe last time I had to do something like this, I got lost in a rain storm in the middle of

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The check engine light came on in my car when I drove to the coffee shop today. This makes me sad because money is tight and it might force me to postpone my labor day plans. It's due for a tune up... I hate my car right now.I think the cute coffee boy tricked me into drinking caffeinated coffee at 9pm. There will be no sleep for me tonight. The other coffee goers are buzzing and chatting loud

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she works at the Laundromat.she counts out quarters in piles of four.she makes her own dolls.

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I really enjoy these little chocolate candies at this fun little coffee shop. They taste really good, especially if you put them in your cheek and drink coffee, it is like a mocha mix in your mouth- fantastic. I think more men should wear eyeliner, not all men, but more men - it looks really good on some.I have been here for hours. I spent a long time sketching pictures of all the coffee goers- I

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check it out:home star runner

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What did one burp say to the other?Lets be stinky and go out the other end!my dad used to tell this joke when I was a kid, wait he still tells it.

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"You are rude"Those were the words of some random guy at a bar about 8 months ago. He thought that I had bad manners by not accepting the shot of tequila that he had offered to me. I actually thought I was very polite by declining it. I don't usually play games. So maybe that comes off as rude. Do you think if I continue to be a bitch to every guy who makes an advance that I will regret it some

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There were a lot of people outside. It was late evening after a rainstorm. The air was still heavy from the rain. The alley was cold and the walls were damp. They stood in a circle looking at the ground. In the mist of the crowd was a slimy bubble stuck to the old brick drive. It appeared to be the focus of attention. One man shouted out, "It's just a hobo, we should let it go!" I felt a tingle

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Is it so strange that I want to live my life based off of a sinatra song?Yesterday was a busy day at work. I went to the laundromat that evening. I decided that I am going to illustrate all the characters I encounter there. I'm going to call it the lint series.This is what I observed about the laundry people:Some may be a little strange, but only because they are completely genuine and not afraid

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