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Showing posts with label micro blog. Show all posts
Showing posts with label micro blog. Show all posts
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Six-Word Memoirs at SMITH Magazine
Interesting way to try to attempt to capture what can't be put into words in the first place. May as well keep it short.
Waiting to turn 50 to cry.
By mozymozart 3 months ago
Touch my soy mocha and die.
By Litsa_Dremousis 1 day ago
Waiting to turn 50 to cry.
By mozymozart 3 months ago
Blindly in love; lost way home.
By aroy1984 24 hours ago
By aroy1984 24 hours ago
Touch my soy mocha and die.
By Litsa_Dremousis 1 day ago
He left. Sparked my personal D-Day.
By Beth_Carter 1 day ago
By Beth_Carter 1 day ago
I got over my "Christian" Phase.
By Ryan_Best 1 day ago
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Overheard in New York
This Is Not the New York Of Gossip Girl:
"Girl, as subway doors open: It smells like ass.
Guy: It's New York City, were you expecting sunshine and rainbows?
--Uptown F Train"
Guy: It's New York City, were you expecting sunshine and rainbows?
--Uptown F Train"
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