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Well, friends. It’s time. Time to shut the ol’ T-H.O down. I mean, like, not shut it down, though. It’s going to be up for a little while, in case people actually read this thing and need to remember where to find me. But yeah. This’ll be her last post! I’m sad about it, but I’ve changed. The championship game changed us all, you know? We became a real team and we grew up a lot. So what, we lost. We gave it our all, but the other team was just better. It happens sometimes. And Russian Roulette is really hard! LOL I JUST SAID WE’RE ALL DEAD, YOU GUYS! I’m sorry. Let’s start over in a new paragraph.

What they said!

So, I’m going to transfer all of these posts (sans-pictures, unfortunately; turds to me for uploading them directly to the website) over to a blogspot or WordPress so that they aren’t lost forever because I’d really, really hate that. Sure, some of the posts aren’t as well-written or in my current voice, and loads of them are all sadsack or unkept promises, but still! I don’t want them to go away! I love me! And I love you! And you guys commented and some of you were part of this thing!

UGH, LET’S GET OUT OF HERE ALREADY.
(^ that’s where I’ll be from now on, kitts ^)

But before I go, I’ll remind you of my favorite friend band, It’s a King Thing. And then I will direct you to here: http://kck.st/kingthingks. Go forth, my babies! Reach them their goal(?)! Let’s us hang out on other internets and I love you and stuff! Be mine, Valentines! But a day late!

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So, I missed last week’s Crush, obvs, and I’m probs missing this week’s as well. Here’s the thing: I don’t know what this place is! I do know that I don’t post to it nearly enough, and I also know that it costs money and I don’t have money. I’ve been over at Tumblr, thinking about, um, switching to Tumblr (not the one I just linked to, though, a NEW one!), and yeah. I’m totally going to do that. And I’m going to be great. IT’S going to be great. I’ll tell you about it when it’s ready, for sure.

I love you.

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I tried keeping count of how many times I squealed, but then I forgot to.

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Uck. It is just a new year and I am already still the worst! January is basically over and I’m just now ~getting around~ to posting my Ginger. But I’ve got excuses! All of them stem from “Remember how I’m lazy?”, but they are real and true!

See, like, Julie Klausner, you guys. I won’t be all shitty and pretend I’ve known about her for so many years, before any of you losers were even born, because I haven’t. And that’s okay! I’ve only been in love with her for a few months! Some video she did, with a cat, that was funny; I forget the specifics. Was Ted Leo in the video? Am I mixing Internet things? Probably. Anyway: Julieee. She is pretty and funny and writes wonderful words. I’m still catching up on her stuff, but it’s okay that I declare my love now. I’m sure it is. It is NOT weird to tell someone you love them after having only read their book and four The Hairpin articles. (But, Julie! You totally follow my friend, Andrew, on Twitter and stuff! Come back! I like-like you!)

But the book! I Don’t Care About Your Band: What I Learned from Indie Rockers, Trust Funders, Pornographers, Felons, Faux Sensitive Hipsters, and Other Guys I’ve Dated. The book (+ lazy) is why this post is late. I asked for it for Christmas (you know, so many months after it’d been out because I’m real hip to stuff) and I did not get it for Christmas. But I did get a gift card that I then used to purchase it on my own. Only, it took me, like, a week to finally do that. And then it took me another week to finally open the fucking Amazon box, and a few more days to do the same with the book. It’s not that I wasn’t excited to read the book, though! “Was it because you’re just the worst?” Yes, but also, wasn’t this paragraph a great story?

Well, anyway. I read the book in about two days. I’d have read it in a shorter amount of time, but there was a double-feature-movie night with the Girl/Girl Party (huh?) and also I slept sometimes. But I finished it! Just last night (note: I wrote this two days ago, oof). And it was very, very good. Lots of things had me, “OMG, that is so me!” and plenty more things had me, “OMG, that is the exact opposite of me and I feel so weird even reading about this!” and one thing even had me, “OMG, is she talking about a boy I actually know in real life, only, she didn’t change his name, but did change some facts about him, because I know she knows him, too, and fuck fuck, someone help me before I choke on this Cheeto!” and then I died and my ghost types this.

A special, “Hello” to Jason who, on New Year’s Eve, asked if Julie had been my Ginger yet, reminding me that I very much needed to get her book. If you’re reading this, Ms. Klausner, follow Jason on Twitter! (And me, too! I’m great!)

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Oh, and also, because I’ve been so frigging excited to write this post, this shit (Julie) is counting as my Crush of the Week, too, because LOOK AT HER. Goodbye! I love you.

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Marry me, everyone.

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