February 2012
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“The better days of life were ours;
The worst can be but mine:
The sun that...”
– From “And Thou art Dead, as Young and Fair” by Lord Byron
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I can’t stand the word hyper. It’s so … I don’t even know. Vulgar? Urgh, I get chills on my spine just thinking about it. It’s such a gross word.
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That awkward moment when you forget you set your keyboard to Russian.
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