Chronicling the intrepid adventures of an ivory-tower theorist.
MOTHERFUCKER is it hot. I'm afraid to talk when I am outside, lest I instantly dehydrate and die.
Yeah, I was thinking of telling you (about the long posts), but I couldn't do it in a way that didn't sound preachy.
Good choice. I liked the content of those posts, and I just can't figure out how to cram it into smaller posts. The length was a conscious tradeoff.
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