Usually the Oregonian gets delivered at work, and usually I read it on my lunch break. However, today the paper was NOT THERE! Consarn you architects on the second floor, I KNOW you kyped my paper!... Therefore I was left to my own devices to scrounge through the offices to find an appropriate soup distraction. There, on a shelf in one of the creatives' office, was an issue of NYLON from November. And that, I suppose would do just fine, because there, on page whatever, was this fashiony update that I (but not this blog!) could have done without.
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HAPPY INAUGURATION DAY EVERBODY! AREN'T YOU SO STOKED!!
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