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Minneapolis Fucking Rocks - Ian's Best of 2009 →
NOBODY SAW THIS LIST COMING! THIS LIST IS SHOCKING IN ITS ORIGINALITY AND SCOPE!
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The Life of the Party, by Doree Shafrir →
Hollertronix is why I moved to Philly.
I mean, I moved to be with Angela, but the decision to move to Philly over Chicago or Denver was based almost solely on attending a Hollertronix party in ‘04.
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formspring.me
Ego seems to be a big theme in your family, huh?
Anyone who reaches adulthood and doesn’t see ego as a pretty poor mask for sadness or longing isn’t very bright.
Any pressing concerns or moral quandaries?
“I can get any girl I want. Except the girl I want.”
– Adam Valmassoi, genius.
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Rowland S. Howard is dead.
Liver cancer. That’s depressing.
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"Call me around five and let me know what you...
Type. Delete. Type. Delete. Type. Apple-A. Delete.
Why write what’s not worth saying?
Azure Ray - New Resolution
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My Drawing Number Two looked like this:
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Formspringy.
post more pictures of yourself ^_^
I have no idea what that thing is.
Any pressing concerns or moral quandaries?
The future is now.
Does anyone else constantly find themselves just painfully thankful that we live in the digital age, where almost anything (with the exception of sticky, physical love and maybe substance or personal security) can be downloaded in about ten minutes?
“I want to watch episode 24 of the first season of The O.C.”
15 minutes later: watching that episode.
“Shit, someone wants a .pdf...
Oh, well sure.
CC: You seem unusually depressed.
JV: What? About what?
CC: I don't know, that's why I'm asking.
JV: You didn't ask me anything. You made an observation, maybe? A statement, certainly, though I'm not sure what it's based on.
CC: Your depressing bullshit. Depressing writing. Depressing depression.
JV: Dude, I get laid on the reg. I'm fresh to death. I have a half gallon of coffee in my belly and I've been running three miles a day before I work out. I'm basically a golden god.
CC: Is it impossible for you to somehow align your (and I use this term loosely, obvs) "artistic" output with your actual seratonin levels?
JV: You're saying I'm a ... what? A flipper?
CC: I met you for lunch once and you actually put your head down and cried on your sushi. In public. Loudly. You posted an Avril Lavigne song later and wrote something about talking sheep. I see you after you start dating your chick and you write 500 words about suicide. You're a freakshow.
JV: I wrote about that phenomenon, once. I also, if you recall, wrote 30,000 loving words about Rosario Dawson and gourmet dinners and Heaven as what can essentially be seen as an all-out attack against what's her face.
CC: Am I resting my case or are you?
JV: No, you're fucking your case up because you think I'm depressed.
CC: Talking to you is like pulling teeth.
JV: Speaking of, I broke half of mine off with a pair of scissors but can't find needlenose pliers anywhere in the house.
CC: Are you a retarded person?
JV: DUHNAH, DER!
CC: Was that a retarded noise?
JV: Yes, although it could also have been a seal.
CC: I like seals.
JV: Seals are super cute.
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“I never promised you a rose garden,” she said, and I stared back, nonplussed.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“It’s a book, but the sentiment is the point. What did you expect from me?”
“Honesty?” I said, honestly.
“Well that’s stupid,” she replied. ”After all, you’re completely...
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You fight your superficiality, your shallowness, so as to try to come at people without unreal expectations, without an overload of bias or hope or arrogance, as untanklike as you can be, sans cannon and machine guns and steel plating half a foot thick; you come at them unmenacingly on your own ten toes instead of tearing up the turf with your caterpillar treads, tale them on with an open...