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Thursday, May 06, 2004

It's just short of three weeks before the third anniversary of my college graduation, and the delusional bubble I've managed to create, in which yours truly is not a corporate worker-bee but instead a free-spirited iconoclast making a pit stop before finding his vision and moving on to Greater Things, has been popped by the arrival of one (1) box of business cards - my first. Snazzy ones too, to add insult to injury.

Upside: already an indefatigable chick-magnet, I now have one more weapon in my arsenal with which to leave a bloody trail of broken hearts and paternity suits. Its electric effect is soon to be as well-documented as it is irresistible. Buy stock in Kleenex.

Posted by morland @ 05:47 PM

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Congrats.
At the rate I'm going, I should receive my business cards in approximately ten years.
By then, your days as "indefatigable chick magnet" will be long over. In fact, I asked someone and they said that they ended about fifteen years ago. Fact or fiction? Only those LES hipster girls know.

Posted by: choistein on May 6, 2004 08:35 PM

86 Google, Google.

You've been dethroned by Greene King PLC, brewer & purveor of Old Speckled Hen, among others.

I fail to see the connection between morland and beer.

Posted by: Al on May 7, 2004 03:06 AM

Do regular American Psycho B-card showdowns occur in the black-leather and chrome corporate palaces of mighty Vindigo?

Posted by: Mr. Foote on May 8, 2004 09:47 AM

Mike-kun. I wish to exchange meiji.

Posted by: Mr. Buraun on May 8, 2004 03:16 PM

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