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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Friday, November 16, 2001
Today is Andrew's 18th birthday. But, no! But, he was just in his crib. In his blue footie pajamas. In the yellow room in the house in Brooklyn. Soft brown baby-hair and fuzzy blue baby-feet in room full of admirers and confused little playmates-to-be. How is he 18 now? I could swear I just saw him for the first time in his crib, honestly. Now he's this wonderful college man with a darling, beautiful girlfriend and a highly developed aesthetic sense. It's puzzling, this life thing. Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:44 AM | shower me with attention
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