I fucking hate Kierkegaard. I hate the knight of faith, AND the horse he rode in on. I want to go home and sleep for the next thousand years and at least have the laundry fairies come in that time.
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"Where Bleeding Hearts Shrivel and Swing to the Right"
About Me
- Ms. Poshlust
- "There is only this for consolation: an hour, here or there, when our lives seem, against all odds and expectations, to burst open and give us everything we've ever imagined." - Virginia Wolfe
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- 24 hrs, No Girlie No Cry
- Tuesday Tuesday Hide Behind Your Bangs and Turn on...
- 10:44pm
- Heidegger, was such a grave digger...
- Ok, that wasn't so bad,
- Room For Cream
- For My Art Class
- Bruised.
- See, a Bush.
- Silk Screen Print
- Lost
- a slice of kierkegaard, served.. cold.
- That's that then.
- Hmm, remotely better.
- Me, very grumpy at the library.
- What I did while I was NOT writing my essay.
- I Heart Monday
- check it.
- Our First Album Cover
- My Computer!
- Hmm. That's unfortunate.
- Stuffed. Yeah.
- Stranger Still
- Surreal and Sinful.
- The State of Nature..
- Holy Shit.
- Cherry Pickin' the Cherry Pickin' Photos
- Anthro Smash Up
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2 comments:
I do all the laundry at my house.
You wouldn't think a 7-year-old could generate that much laundry.
I like that picture of you.
Hey Spock, what's going on?
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