if you're reading this you are marvelous, for i've completely lost the ability to upload the 'champ. my former host claims that they never hosted me, ditto with the one they named in their place. was it all a dream? will i wake up in san francisco, twenty two years old with better hair and a crappy independent bookstore job? you can't really answer, can you.

i channeled all of this confusion into the purchase of a marc jacobs hillary clinton shirt. i'm not in love with hillary, but opportunities to combine label whoring with tax write-offs (shirt-profits go to charity) are few and far between.

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