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the other day frankie described some nameless ugly, the quintessence of bus stop trash, as looking like "one of those vampires from buffy the vampire slayer." it was like the planets aligned exactly at that precise moment to allow frankie to make one of the most perfect analogies in the history of the centennial book of literary terms. it's uncanny. i just felt like that deserved some kind of recognition on the beelog (say it!). and while i'm on the topic, i totally think i'm in a position to be making fun of other people.

he also ate half of my oatmeal thing. sweet little hombre.