I was shopping for a product that would make this girl I creep on “wicked impressed” with how deep and artistic I am, so naturally I turned to Moleskine journals.  Well, apparently if I eat my journal (no evidence!) or rub it against my junk I’ll get cancer and have two-headed sperm.  WHAT?  Also, since when do Moleskine nerds buy Sarah Palin books?  Did Barnes & Noble just associate “birth defects” to Sarah Palin?  Oh B&N…

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