Tavie
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blogs i like:
amy
andrew
carl
barb cooking blog
boing boing
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
webcomics i read:
american elf
american stickman
elfquest
lolcats!
masque of the red death
the perry bible fellowship
toothpaste for dinner
ultrajoebot
xkcd
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Monday, October 15, 2001
Catching my reflection in a window today, I hit upon the perfect description of my appearance. I imagined it appearing in a book:
She looked like a blob of uncooked dough that has been given to a child to play with, turned grey and lumpy from being handled too much by careless, dirty little paws.
Someone should write a book about me. Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:58 PM | shower me with attention
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