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posted on the 16th of May @ 11:44am
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I still exist.
I never update, because I never really have news to share with the IJ world at large. But I guess my moving to London, for good, next month, qualifies.
I got a fucking job, babies.
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posted on the 3rd of February @ 11:38pm
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I never update.
But hey - I've been kindly offered a position on the good old team at The 405 - so watch that space for some of my contributions.
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posted on the 25th of December @ 11:30am
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Merry xmas, everyone!
I just got the best present ever. So much so that I cried like a baby when I got it.
Front row tickets to James McAvoy's play in London, in February.
I'm going to see James in the flesh. And oh yes, you bet I'll be waiting outside after for an autograph.
I hope everyone got what they wanted and is thoroughly drunk by now and full of food.
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| new coconut records = yesss |
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posted on the 17th of December @ 12:31am
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click
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| 0:52 is just priceless |
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posted on the 9th of December @ 3:15am
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posted on the 8th of December @ 4:55pm
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I think I'm going to NYC next year.
Yeah.
YEAH.
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| I read this in one sitting |
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posted on the 8th of December @ 12:57pm
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I don't know what was better.
The protagonist.
The part where he walked in on his boyfriend jacking off to some hipster gay kid with long blond hair and Velma glasses on his webcam. The skinny jeans. The horrible, horrible images of guys getting crushed by trains. All of the art and the fact that it meant nothing and everything at the same time. The blackout sex. Clark Kent. Sunset Rubdown. Mick Jagger. Yarn art.
This is the best fucking book I've read in a long time.
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