365 Polaroid Quotes. Parker Fitzgerald
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There’s a 3-bedroom 4-bedroom on the 3rd floor of my old Hell’s Kitchen apartment building that is home to a rotating dozen of hardcore Scientologists (literally, twelve L-Ron lovers catch their zzz’s on a plethora of bunkbeds in that apartment). During my second Christmas there, the Scientologists dropped off this DVD called The Way To Happiness in everyone’s mailbox as a holiday gift. The truth? I fucking loved that DVD. What? You’re judging me? Comon! It was pretty and well edited and told you how to live a better, happier, more righteous life! Okay. I see your point. [I can’t believe I’m admitting this, but] after that Christmas, it was my I’m still pretty drunk and I need 60-90min of easy on the eyes ambient brain space to make the room stop spinning DVD of choice. Needless to say, my roommates were more than concerned for my:
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a) susceptibility to cults
b) blatant disregard for good taste.
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Update! I haven’t watched that DVD since I moved to the East Village, but my insta-crush on Parker Fitzgerald’s 365 Polaroid Quotes is making me wonder if my taste is still shot and these are just The Way To Happiness: Part 2. Whatevs. I’m just gonna say a little agnostic prayer that Mr. Fitzgerald is not a hyper-religious, bunkbed crazypants who also happens to own the Adobe Creative Suite.
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please.
thank you.
namaste.