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Things I'm into: deviled eggs, playlists, breakfast for dinner, live music, jaywalking, NPR, the internet & rooftop views. I am currently available to be the bassist for your next air band in the hours I'm not being a designer at AKQA. Or we could go out for pho/kbbq, your call.

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When I lent it to her today, I made Tiff read the first page (front and back) as a sort of test. A Try Not To Laugh Because It’s Utterly Impossible sort of test. She failed because everybody fails because this book is hilarious. I would sneak out to lunch alone to read it and laugh out loud to myself in South Park. Which, if you want another thing to do that fits in the Laugh Out Loud and Alone categories is listen to This American Life’s "Recordings for Someone" with headphones on. (And then people will stop you and ask what’s so funny and you’ll tell them and they’ll write it in their phone and you’ll hope that they found it as funny as you did. And you’ll wish you had their number or knew who they were so you could repeat funny parts and laugh about it together after the fact.) At any rate, as I was handing it over, I almost wanted to take the book back and re-read it instead. But after she finishes it, b/c right now I’m onto Sloane Crosley’s “How Did You Get This Number” which is so witty and charming and everything I’d want in an older sister who knows how to articulate her thoughts better than anyone and all you can do is laugh and say, “well I’ll be dammed, me too.”

When I lent it to her today, I made Tiff read the first page (front and back) as a sort of test. A Try Not To Laugh Because It’s Utterly Impossible sort of test. She failed because everybody fails because this book is hilarious. I would sneak out to lunch alone to read it and laugh out loud to myself in South Park. Which, if you want another thing to do that fits in the Laugh Out Loud and Alone categories is listen to This American Life’s "Recordings for Someone" with headphones on. (And then people will stop you and ask what’s so funny and you’ll tell them and they’ll write it in their phone and you’ll hope that they found it as funny as you did. And you’ll wish you had their number or knew who they were so you could repeat funny parts and laugh about it together after the fact.) At any rate, as I was handing it over, I almost wanted to take the book back and re-read it instead. But after she finishes it, b/c right now I’m onto Sloane Crosley’s “How Did You Get This Number” which is so witty and charming and everything I’d want in an older sister who knows how to articulate her thoughts better than anyone and all you can do is laugh and say, “well I’ll be dammed, me too.”