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when i was leaving hawaii for new york for milan (i know, mi vida obnoxia), my seven-year old nephew said goodbye over the phone and told me he loved me, and my eyes welled up, i realize (now, thanks to matthew) that i need more children in my life.
i just dug up this picture: jersey shore circa 1998. i was not only count blobbula, but a dumb ass in those days.
