Tavie
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caroline
cartoon brew
chris
cityroom
consumerist
erin
gena/ deadly stealth frogs
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kithblog
matt k
mike t
nathan
post secret
rynn
sarah
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sean
tea rose
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american elf
american stickman
elfquest
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masque of the red death
the perry bible fellowship
toothpaste for dinner
ultrajoebot
xkcd
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Sunday, December 26, 2004
When I stepped out of the theatre after Finding Neverland, drying my eyes, it was snowing in Times Square.
Magic.
Then I walked up 42nd street into a mob of people, clamoring around a man who was signing autographs and having pictures taken of him. People were squealing and screaming and tugging their boyfriends by the sleeve and holding their children up to look. I asked a kid who it was, and he told me it was Method Man.
Whoop-de-doo. Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:47 PM | shower me with attention
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