Tavie
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caroline
cartoon brew
chris
cityroom
consumerist
erin
gena/ deadly stealth frogs
gothamist
jim hill
kids in the hall lj
kithblog
matt k
mike t
nathan
post secret
rynn
sarah
sarah c
sean
tea rose
toby
tom


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american elf
american stickman
elfquest
lolcats!
masque of the red death
the perry bible fellowship
toothpaste for dinner
ultrajoebot
xkcd

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Saturday, June 22, 2002
Oh. God. On the train in Stockholm to Linn's suburb of Stureby (hard r's, so difficult to pronounce) the other day, saw the most beautiful man I have ever seen. He was a Hippie Jesus. That's right, a Hippie Jesus. Purple caftan of some sort of coarse, woven material. Long, blonde hair. Long, blonde beard. Bright, intense blue eyes. Almost certainly some sort of model. Bracelet made of some sort of dried berries. I'm so in love. I must find a way to stalk him. All I know is that he lives on Linn's train line. I must ride the train constantly for the remainder of my stay here...

 Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:39 AM | shower me with attention