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blowing bubbles of giggling somethingness and why-not-itude, a creative laxative, a provocateur of visual burps and farts (ie: until the end of 2019 as design department head at the creative circus, and frequent side-hustley designer of brandy designy stuff) – but also my every-other-time-o'-day approach.
hopefully this stuff is easily sharable, lots funner than having to read a lot, and not a big investment of time.
i hope you enjoy.
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hey, that tickles 
This is exactly how I feel, except there don’t seem to be any pastels in there for me. Why does middle age have to be so middle-aged? I keep realizing it’s a matter of wiring. I want to be carefree and schedules but it seems virtually impossible.
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whacky, right? i almost miss the days of no money, living with roommates, and less-ness. almost.
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I think abt those days fondly all the time. It was fun, and looking back, I realize I had a lot less on my mind.
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