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Friday, August 8, 2008

Surviving the Week, Getting through Friday


Work today is retarded. So I'm doing anything. I dont know if its because i feel lazy or because i just dont want to try for no reason, but I'm not even really in the mood to write.

So this is today's half-assed attempt at a decent post by someone who has definately not slept enough this week. Thank god for Bullet Points

  • So You Think You Can Dance is over, and I am slightly saddened that neither Katee, nor Twitch won, since, in my opinion they both deserved it more than Joshua.
  • If Satan ever loses his hair, there'll be hell toupee.
  • I found a fun little website. Deceiver is fun because its bitchy. It's fun because it details the hypocritical actions of stupid rich people. It's fun because I said so.
  • Found an amazing little article about how Pandas are evolutions big fat mistake.
  • Found a cool comic about Flight Attendants
  • Totaly Want these shoes
  • Totally digging this song

Anyways I should probably get back to work or something. I know i have to make a quote for some guy in Dubai and this retard on the phone with me stutters so much i could punch him.

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Both reading and writing are acts of supreme faith. They are both, in essence, a call to grace, a belief in the miraculous - that we might come to see through stories what we had not previously seen, that we might come to understand what had, before that moment, remained uncertain, undefined. The mask of fiction, of writing and reading stories, does not, in the end, disguise our faces but instead reveals who we really are. In the, stories acknowledge life's difficulty and sadness but insist that we go on anyway, that we always hold to our faith, to our belief in grace.

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