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Bloggy Blog #7

An alphabetical review -

A: Annandale, Virginia. Don't ask.
B: Buzzfeed. I get bored sometimes.
C: Chris Bosh Brazzers gif. You'll thank me later. Or not.
D: Dispatch.com. I'm super interested in Columbus news, okay?
E: ETSU. Who doesn't want to check out colleges in eastern Tennessee?
F: Fark.com. My morning news consumption.
G: Grantland.com. Sports! Culture! Stuff!
H: Hipster. Was just curious, you know. Just...curious.
I: Isderrickrosebackyet.com. Was funny. He's back, so now it's not.
J: jobs.columbia.edu. I have big dreams, you know.
K: Kielbasa-sized fingers. Don't act like you don't have them.
L: LinkedIn.com. A place where I can feign importance.
M: Metaphor. I got it confused with allegory.
N: NY1.com. News, depression.
O: Orlando Craigslist. Because why not.
P: Push reel mower. I've been thinking about lawns lately.
Q: A URL for a political quiz. I guess I'm 60% Libertarian?
R: Reddit.com. Yes, I have an account.
S: Studentaffairs.com. I'm noticing a jobs trend here.
T: The Stroke. Because it's a GREAT SONG.
U: Uncle Drew Part 3. Fun commercials, but starting to get blatantly fake.
V: VCU.edu. More grad school delusions.
W: Wordpress.com. When one blog just isn't enough.
X: X Factor judges. Because I was genuinely curious. Or something.
Y: Youtube. Videos! Ads! 30-second ads you can't opt out of!
Z: Zafar scam: Some pyramid scheme gone sour.

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