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Nobody reads my blog anymore. My theory is not because it's gotten significantly less interesting, but probably because it's not called Stuff Liberal Minded Poor White People Named L Bo Like. Whatever.

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My sister was accepted into NYU's graduate program for super cool people who want to study sociology cause she's really smart and awesome. Plus, she could kick your ass, if it came to that.

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In a super democratic election at the non-secret apartment meeting involving the super, the current treasurer, the man who was to become director and me, I was voted secretary of the newly created Board of Directors for the condo. Unanimously. Especially if you don't count the 5 other apartments who weren't represented at this meeting, and I don't. Better go dust off my stenography machine and long skirt.

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My work was accepted to sell on PhotoShelter.com. This is good news for everyone. It means you can finally buy my photos of boats on Lake Michigan or shorebirds on the Santa Monica beach for that travel brochure/huge advertising campaign/calendar/article in Time magazine about me that you/your boss/your friend/your mom/anyone you know with multiple dollars to spend is putting together. Obviously, it's good news for me as I would get said multiple dollars.

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Jamie "James Cash" Penney moved into my apartment as my brand new roommate recently, which meant I could finally end the countdown clock I had started after he committed at New Year's. It was analog and accurate to the minute, updated by turning over the pages like an old baseball scoreboard every 15 minutes. We're both about the same level of messiness, which is good. He likes things neat, but doesn't want to clean every day. I like things neat too, but want someone else to make them that way.

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I went to see Avenue Q with Dynamo and some others last weekend. It was super good. There's something about puppets watching porn and being racist that soothes the soul, especially when that soul just received, and promptly lost, 8 delicious chocolate chunk cookies from a cookie shop in Jersey City.

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While attempting to cross into Jersey via the Holland Tunnel, I noticed a man on 6th Avenue selling glow sticks. He didn't seem to be doing brisk business, unlike the pretzel and hot dog guy who delivers to your car. Why would I need a glow stick to drive through the tunnel? Was it that dark in there? Was the circus performing? Was the whole awful traffic mess actually caused by a giant rave inside? I had many questions.

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A photographer I just started working for asked me the other day what I wanted for lunch.

"There's a lot of choices around here. Is there anything you don't eat?"

I replied: "I can't handle spicy food, and I don't eat squid. I'm actually rather frightened by them." Noticing the blank look on his face, I figured it was a story better left for another time.