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New glasses from Moscot.

Bored to Death on HBO is one of the most terrible television shows I've ever seen.

I was out celebrating my birthday with my girlfriend yesterday: brunch at egg and a trek through Williamsburg, where the hip is so thick you have to wear skinny jeans to fit through the cracks. I picked up some cute superhero shirts for my niece's upcoming birthday, and some not-so-cute stuff for myself (unless you count a Magic Garden as cute for someone who just...
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I am now officially old.

Like many of my chunksome, furry brethren, I have a love/hate relationship with my chin. Most of the time, I forget he's even there and we coexist in harmony. Then there are those other times. Those times he likes to bring some friends over (mostly after week long pink frosted animal cracker binges); those times he drops open to give me enough room to fit...
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While my optimism for the new year wasn't exactly unfounded, I've already been dealt a few bad cards.

My grandmother passed away shortly after I began my new job. I flew in to Buffalo for the funeral. The wake was a three-day ordeal that only served to prolong the hurt, but it was incredible to see how many lives she touched. I only hope that...
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It's a new year, and it's all going to change for me on the 10th. I've been hired on as the primary illustrator for an educational company I've been freelancing for. Fortunately, this means a steady, regular paycheck and some great health benefits. Unfortunately, this means I'll have to come into the office (I've likened the situation to a kid who's been home-schooled finally going...
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Merry Christmas