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I WILL GIVE ALL THE MONEY FOR THIS

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baby you got yourself a stew goin’

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Poor Kanye tried to stop her before and we all gave him shit for it and thought he was awful, he was just trying to warn us, thanks Kanye, we should have listened, we were wrong.

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This was originally posted February 26, 2010.

I deal with suicidal, unipolar depression and I take medication daily to treat it. Over the past seven years, I’ve had two episodes that were severe and during which I thought almost exclusively of suicide. I did not eat much and lost weight during…

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Got a little defensive about LA. Pretty normal.

OH HELL YEAH

Goddamnit I love Los Angeles and whoever wrote this. Thank you. The Vice article got me a bit bristled as well, which I’m sure was their intention all along.  

Kyle Kinane once said to me one of the greatest things about LA I’ve ever heard. I’m gonna butcher it, but it went something like, “You hate LA? Good. DON’T MOVE HERE. I love it when people shit on Los Angeles because that means that there will be less shitty people taking up space in this great city I love.”

I gotta agree with Kyle. I didn’t like LA when I first moved here, but now I think it’s awesome. The only shitty thing about LA is the shitty people - but there are shitty people everywhere. I don’t hang out with them, and it alllllll works out. You hate LA? Awesome! Get the fuck out and let me enjoy an awesome city I love. 

bobbyfinger:

Paul Scheer posted a picture of Larry King leaning on him so I cut out this photo of Larry King leaning as a transparent PNG for you to make your own photo of Larry King leaning on you.

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On Friday, we’ll be airing a very special episode of Sesame Street.

A hurricane has swept through Sesame Street and everyone is working together to clean up the neighborhood. When Big Bird checks on his home, he is heartbroken to find that the storm has destroyed his nest. Big Bird’s friends and neighbors gather to show their support and let him know they can fix his home, but it will take time. While everyone on Sesame Street spends the next few days cleaning up and making repairs, Big Bird still has moments where he is sad, angry, and confused. His friends help him cope with his emotions by talking about what happened, drawing pictures together, and giving him lots of hugs. They also comfort Big Bird by offering him temporary places he can eat, sleep, and play. Big Bird remembers all the good times he had at his nest and realizes that once it is rebuilt, there are more good times and memories to come. Finally the day has come where most of the repairs to Big Bird’s home are done and his nest is complete. As he is about to try it out, though, the city nest inspector says it not safe, yet, because the mud isn’t dry. Big Bird is sad that he has to wait another day, but Snuffy comes to the rescue and blows the nest dry and he passes the test! Big Bird thanks everyone for being his friend and helping to rebuild his nest and his home.

Please check your local listings to see what time the episode will air on PBS.

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Not gonna lie, Tumblr scares the shit out of me.  I know it’s where all the serious fangirls and fanboys hang out and talk about television, which is exciting, but I feel like I’m not cool enough to roll with them, so I am doing the equivalent of sitting in a corner by myself at a party reading a book about modern art (which I have literally done before) and bitching to absolutely no one on Tumblr about my life, etc.  Is this the point of Tumblr?  Is it like LiveJournal?  LiveJournal was my shit back in the day - I went back and looked through all those old posts maybe a year or two ago and it was crazy how much I’ve changed, but also how I’m exactly the same person.  Am I going to look at this in two years and be like “holy shit that bitch was dumb” or is this part of my natural evolution?  No clue.  Story of my life.

So I got into TFA, which is super ridiculously exciting, because they say their acceptance rate is 17% but the New York Times says it’s actually around 10%.  My boss told me that a few years ago 25% of Yale’s graduating class applied to TFA - apparently it’s really big in the Ivies.  So little old me, who is going to a shitty state school with a semi-joke degree, got in.  And there is a little part of me that’s like “SUCK IT, RICH KIDS” but also secretly hoping to meet a Harvard grad and marry him and be a Harvard Hoochie forever.  And there’s a part of me that’s so happy and so proud and so eager to get started and make kids care about school, and do all the fun stuff that I did in high school all over again.  But mostly I’m scared shitless. What if I’m not up to the task?  What if I can’t handle the pressure or the stress?  What if I’m a shitty teacher and can’t deal with my students?  And I realize that these are all clearly common thoughts among new corps members, and that I am in no way unique in having these fears, but I also feel like my stakes are particularly high.  I chose a major that no one in my family or close circle knew anything about.  And although I am passionate about education, television and media are my first loves.  I can’t help but think that even with TFA on my resume, even with a master’s and 2 years of professional experience, I’m screwed when it comes to the entertainment industry, because I am in no way unique or talented enough to have a guaranteed future anywhere.  I worked for where I am and plan to keep working, but this was also a very, very lucky fluke.  A million things could have gone differently during my interview process that would have kicked me out of the running for an offer, so I guess what I’m trying to say is that I might be making the biggest mistake of my life to date by accepting this offer.  I might be throwing away a career in television for 2 years of teaching followed by nothing.  Also, I will never get to be a Conan intern or an NBC page, which is just about the saddest realization I have ever had since it dawned on me at the age of about 7 that my work will never, ever, ever be finished.  

Hooray!  I have to poop.

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