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look at this adorable face. he looks like such a beautiful, intelligent being.
then I got this text message at 3 AM-
The cat shat under my pillow. Am going to the laundromat.
spyder, you fuck. your days as our love muffin are numbered

If You See Something, Say Something

If You See Something, Say Something from Caitlin Mae Burke on Vimeo.

Vassar College 2008, Senior Narrative Project
Written and Directed by Clyde Folley
Cinematography by Caitlin Mae Burke

bye bye hairzes

before



after



and apparently- this is what it looks like in the morning:

BOSSAY

SAM RYAN, YOU ARE ALL UP IN MY INTERNET GRILL

STEP OFF (but plz don't because I feel like this is the new tin can phone)

In other news, no one has made me cry today. But the night is young, the drinks will be aplenty (H won a free happy hour! If I actually get out of work at a normal person time, I can go there!) and I'm sure I will
1. propose marriage to Ali
2. text inappropriately
3. break a glass
4. leave an ancillary article of clothing somewhere
5. wish I'd eaten more before drinking

My most recent complaint has been that my life has been completely unbloggable. Jesus. I sound like a Diablo Cody character.

I started atumblr, but that's just because the internet is more interesting than I am, and have cooler stuff. See also: these.

I am currently redigitizing essentially an entire library of material for the work Avid. (As if I need to differentiate between "work Avid" and "home Avid.") I amuse myself with typos-- video for Hannah Montana's "Nobody's Perfect" misspelled as Nobody's Prefect makes me think of a particularly insubordinate private school youth... with a leather jacket over the uniform, smoking by the polo fields. But this is my first glance into the Hannah Montana phenomenon, and I'm feeling old, because I don't really get it, at least not the FRENZY- consumer-wise and otherwise. Or why someone would pay $50 to learn to dance like her, with a plastic mat and a tacky blonde wig. But those people pay dollahs and those dollahs go to womanboss who then pays me, and all is good as long as I make rent and don't eat often enough for it to get expensive.

Yesterday, I thought I had diabetes, but then it was Taco Tuesday, and everything righted itself.