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some things i would like to make note of.

1)playing charades while drinking beer with your friends is a really fun way to spend the night.

2)the miss america pagent. first of all, how archaic. second of all, let's put it on the table: it's a BEAUTY pagent. the goal is to objectify women. and please, KEEP IT THAT WAY. let's not try to pretend to add an intellectual aspect because i would rather stab myself in the ear then listen to some dumb fucking bimbo try to come up with a "smart" or "deep" answer to ridiculous and inane questions. "what superhero power would you want and why?" blink. blink. blink. blink. "i'd want to be a fly." what the fuck??? seriously, this happened. i saw it on best week ever.

3)k-fed. we, america, made him famous. i hate us.

4)my willow street poster is ready for scanning, and it is ever so ultra old school. however, our scanner is not attached to our computer. plus kevin seems to have created a really professional looking flier, as did mike from love panther and steve from echo station. alas.

5)not that i'm saying i'm some poetic writing genius, but i hate reading blogs of really famous bloggers (well, famous in nyc areas at least) whose style of writing is so trite and dull yet she is so acclaimed and quasifamous and has a total cult following. cripes.

that's all for now.