i subscribed to the new yorker magazine. wow im such a fucking hipster. yuppie-wannabe. teh shit. next thing you know i'll be eating bagels with black coffee. oh wait i already drink black coffee. anyway i know it will be a good read and i needed a magazine to replace my dying subscription to adbusters and chart. these days i only read pfork and the front page section of the globe and mail. i read y.t. (the paper i write for) if i feel extremely juvenile.

i have about 20 gazillion things to write but im so lazy and i keep just dragging my ass every day thinking, thinking, thinking about it. perfectionist procrastination boils in my blood and i will probably be 40 years old before i write something noteworthy.

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