Tavie blogs i like:
amy
dave foley
mark mckinney
e.mail
archive
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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me on the tumblr
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“Hi!”
She pointed at my skates and then at her own feet, which sported black skates. Or were they purple? I think mine were pink.
”You’re Canadian!” I said. I pointed to my tattoo. “I love Canada!”
She had a woman with her, she said it was her sister.
The three of us skated down to Brooklyn and had pizza.
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