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Giving Thanks.

Posted in I Am An FM Intern by internface on November 27, 2008

First off, I want to thank Mishka NYC for hooking it up. I had been looking for a good biking jacket and ordered their Spetsnaz Mark II jacket recently and also recieved a free beanie. 35% off if you use the coupon code GETPITTED for the Spetsnaz Mark II jacket.


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Desperately seeking date to BoysIIMen…W4M

Posted in I Am An FM Intern by internface on November 25, 2008

I quit my job this week, so I no longer do the devil’s work at the Larimer Lounge. So now I have a LOT of time on my hands… Enough time to build a human-sized, cardboard replica of a birthday cake for a tall dude to jump out of with a keyboard at a random Wing Stop… Enough time to roller skate to Boys II Men in the middle of Brighton, but not enough time to perfect the art of roller skating backwards, unfortunately… Enough time to invest in a 1000 piece puzzle in the shape of a giant wolf. (I don’t even know where to start with this, cause the edges are not square. You know, since it’s the outline of a wolf)… Enough time to purchase a record entitled “How to be a Jewish Mother.” (The back of it says you do not have to be either Jewish or a mother to learn the art of being a Jewish mother.)

Enough time to realize Tony and Tuyet were not kidding around when they said they wanted us to blind date a stranger off Craigslist. We chose to place our ads under the “Strictly Platonic” section instead of “Casual Encounters,” aka the “I Will Totally Rape You” section.


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The Joys of Harassing Interns.

Posted in I Am An FM Intern by internface on November 12, 2008

My name is Maggie. I am also an FM intern. I am an alcoholic enabler and a strict, law-abiding citizen with a fondness for gambling, grammar, and meeting parents. I, too, am hoping to graduate in the near future. (“Near future” seems vague enough, right?) Naturally, I’m way better at life than Clay. He is my friend and all, but have you seen him play putt-putt golf? It’s fucking pathetic. Plus, I totally caught him cheating off my notes while we were judging that amateur strip contest.