There are a lot of things that are only likeable or tolerable because you have intimate knowledge of the person involved. I like to restate things. Preferably in a longer way, if possible.
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Do you ever feel like you rub your eyes too much? I do. Both ways, I feel like I do, and I also actually do rub my eyes too much.
It's probably why I see so many colors where other people don't. Or different brain chemistry.
More importantly, my exquisite best friend, Sophie, introduced me to the best place ever: The Museum of Jurassic Technology. It's in LA, so I haven't been, but just looking at the website is miraculous and astounding and utterly perfect.
It's made better only by the facts that I thought I was shuffling off this mortal coil when she told me (if anything happens, I basically think I'm going to die), and I was/am reading Thomas Love Peacock.
The evil within: Etsy.
Twins?: Tumblr, Facebook, and Twitter.
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