Day 873 of 365 Again. Steph and I spent a quiet New Years at home this year playing games and watching the ball drop on TV and sharing a bottle of champagne. Not the most exciting way to ring in the year maybe, but you can’t beat the company. And it was damn cold outside,…
Month: December 2008
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12-30-08
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365 Days, Imported From Flickr
12-29-08
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365 Days, Imported From Flickr
12-28-08
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365 Days, Imported From Flickr
12-27-08
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Day 869 of 365 Again. Regular viewers of my photostream will realize that like my mother I have kind of a penchant for funny insulting t-shirts. The nice thing about being on vacation is that I can wear them without repercussion. They’re not really work appropriate. One day, I will be retired from the whole…
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12-26-08
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12-25-08
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12-24-08
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12-23-08
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12-22-08
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Day 864 of 365 Again. You know, sometimes I kinda wonder about what happens to me at night. I don’t remember cutting myself yesterday. I don’t remember getting up in the middle of the night and slicing my palm open. I don’t think Stephanie secretly carves away at me while I’m sleeping. But this morning,…
365 Days, Imported From Flickr
12-21-08
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Day 863 of 365 Again. Damn it’s cold outside. I actually thought about going out today. Maybe taking a picture outside. Doing something more interesting than I had been doing. Fuck that. It’s currently 8 degrees here in Pittsburgh, with an overnight low of 5 degrees. The windchill is -20. I might climb into my…
365 Days, Imported From Flickr
12-20-08
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365 Days, Imported From Flickr
12-19-08
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12-18-08
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Day 860 of 365 Again. Why do I hate people? Oh that’s right, because people fucking suck. The photography studio I subcontracted to a few weeks ago is now refusing to pay me. Their claim is that my work was below their standards. I disagree, but really that doesn’t even matter. There was no agreement…