Thursday, December 28, 2006

finding

I'm so happy I found my old blog. It felt like reading through another writer/blogger. The words seemed alien to me. I didn't quite remember writing those until now. And it was just almost a year ago. Isn't it a coincidence that it's justa matter of 72 hours before the year ends.

Since I cannot incorporate it with this current blog, I'm providing this link for me to go back in time, sometime in the future. These were my jayclopsisms.

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After scouring the pirated DVD-filled ground floor of the old Mantex store, these were hard choices, but definitely stood out in the end: Shortbus and The Dead Girl. (When I told the vendor to preview Shortbus, she cackled like she was being tickled in her funny bone.)
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Sarah said...

I must say, I really like the title of your blog. lol, makes one want to think ;)

Thursday, December 28, 2006 12:05:00 AM

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