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How I Lost All My Followers

Special disclaimer for attractive girls: good news, none of what I’m about to say applies to you, so you can just skip ahead to the end or read another of my posts or go back to taking selfies or whatever it is you do between getting hit on and tanning.

Everyone else, buckle in, because you need to hear this. I might’ve just unfollowed you on Twitter or Instagram or Google+ (ha just kidding about that last one, I don’t even know how to activate Google+…unless wait, is this it? Are we on Google+ right now? Is me typing this going to be in one of their sad commercials?).

I love you.

(I figure if they do use this in a Google+ commercial, me typing “I love you” is the part they’ll wanna use, for the strong emotional context it provides. I don’t really love you, but I do like you, and I’m glad we’re friends. Unless we’re strangers, but that’s cool too because it’s the internet and nothing bad ever happens from meeting strangers on the internet)

But I digress.

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30 in 30, Day 25: Day of Rest

It’s my weekly day off from creating, and the last break I’ll have before the completion of my little 30 in 30 project. Had a nice lunch with mom and dad, and I play to spend the rest of the day sitting on the couch, watching Tom Brady win, my Bengals try to win, and people who like baseball lose more debates about which sport is best. If you’re looking to pass the time, may I recommend some of my previous posts, listed below.

 

Movies Hollywood is allowed to remake (and one of them actually happened, because I am psychic).

A collection of pictures of strangers, sent to me by a stranger.

Why failure isn’t that big of a deal (and will actually help you improve).

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