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Scratch that whole secret thing. Changed my mind.

I went to see Hotel Rwanda last night, and the person I went to see it with was living in Kenya at the time and remembered it all. And, oh man. I can't even articulate. Boy, that movie.

Today is the anniversary of the death of Dostoyevsky, and while I'm not going to suggest that you celebrate by killing old women with axes, well, I'm not going to discourage you from it either. (That's a lie. I am too.)

Thanks everyone for your fabulous lip-balm-removing suggestions. I'll be giving them a whirl tonight.

All of the fasnaughts I brought to work yesterday were consumed. They were fasnaughtalicious.

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I may not be surprised that someone smashed my car window to get at my stupid broken stereo this afternoon, but I'm pretty fucking irritated.

World? Leave me the fuck alone, ok?