Like nostalgia for something you know never existed.
And never will.
30 June 2006
Zach Braff is God.
I'm already blocking off 15 Sept. on my calendar.
So should you.
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Exile, pt. 2.
Zach Braff is God.
Turn on the bright lights, pt. 2.
And so it begins.
Bracketology: On crack.
And because I'm in a cut-the-bullshit mood tonight.
"A pretty grisly scenario."
Chip Kidd. Even just the name is bad-ass.
Oranje crushed.
Bigger than my head.
Fifteen hundred miles..
Rule of thirds.
Triple option.
Observations.
New York's Finest.
On owning my first laptop.
Wisdom.
The words my mother never wanted to hear.
Second day in.
All that you can't leave behind.
Goodbye, pt. 2.
Ultimate campus tour.
Mala Leche.
Unlimited.
Closing time.
For all you doubters out there.
The ten boxes in my living room...
On picking the USA to advance out of group play.
The greatest decision I may ever make.
Too bad they didn't 'accidently' burn it down again.
Six days out.
TIP KU 06: The Pool.
Dominance.
Meanwhile in Paris.
10K in 53'15".
Freaky deaky Dutch, pt. 2.
Six minutes later.
Five minutes in.
Backed-up.
Harder than it looks.
Things I love, #62.
He's so good.
Worst night of sleep *ever*.
Still awake.
On my first cup of coffee in nearly four months.
Freaky deaky Dutch.
Really? In Kansas City?
WTF?
Two weeks out.
The most important article you will ever read.
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