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Passover!
Dear Internets, I’m back in San Francisco! The land of awesome. I spent last night celebrating my friend Emily’s birthday, and then I went out selling. I hit up the Elbow Room, which was a bust. I sold a few … Continue reading
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Vagina Feelings
I feel really validated by the fact that Dr. Mc Steamy from “Doctors who cry in Seattle” (also known as Grey’s Anatomy) is having this very same epiphany right now about his penis. Continue reading
History Beats The Fuck Out Of Doubt
I’ve been trying to figure out why I started selling Snarky Cards in the first place. Thankfully, Arlette is sensible and kind. “Because you’re good at it.” She said in between bites of Ole Dirty Bastard (Voodoo Doughnuts completed her Portland experience). “Are you sure I’m not just trying to make up for a shitty childhood?” I asked. “Nope. You like people. And you’re selling your art.” Continue reading