Mihow

Year: 2003

  • A few unrelated thoughts:

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    1). If some asshole from Trading Spaces ever paints my walls zebra skin, puts fake plants around my bed, or dangles stuffed monkeys from my ceiling, I’ll sue their ass. 2). If you leave a bag of potting soil outside for over a month in the rain with the top open you will prove the…

  • A Meeting With Mr. Poop

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    Apparently, it’s not always good to have long “Away Messages” on AIM. My boy sent me this picture. I’d like to take the time to say I’m sorry, for those of you with my AIM name (which is not michele, btw), who thought all those times I was in a “meeting with mr. poopiepants” (i.e.…

  • Three Drunk Coroners

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    I met three, well-dressed men at a bar one night. They were older, probably mid-fifties. I was still smoking at the time. It was a place where they seat people at long, cafeteria-like tables which means, often times, you’ll end up next to strangers who are part of another party. “Light another one, little lady,…

  • Kurt and Heidi

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    Toby just called, it seems our neighbors have left, headed west. And Kurt was blue. Toby bought a bike from them and I was given another plant to kill. I’m sure, once I return home with my hormones, I’ll see their empty back porch and get weepy. ::raises glass:: To Heidi and Kurt, may they…

  • Navy Memorial

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    This morning I saw a man on the map of the Navy Memorial. Even before I saw the items pinned to his cap, I assumed he was a veteran. I work a stones throw away from the Navy Memorial. I see people stand on the world map, find D.C., draw and imaginary “X” on the…

  • The Contents of mihow (Day six)–An Autobiography of Songs

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    I have two weeks left of 27. It’s January. It’s a Saturday. It’s cold. There’s a car rented in my name. We had discussed doing something different—getting out of town for the weekend. And now the puffy-cheeked, weather people have barked words at us like “blizzard” and “8 or more inches.” But determination often beats…

  • The Contents of mihow: An Autobiography of Songs (Day Five)

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    I’m 6. I’m in our brown, custom-designed van, wall-to-wall carpeting, lights everywhere. I can stand up, proper, without touching the ceiling. I am pleased by this ability until I realize it means I’m smaller than my brother, whose head hits it. It doesn’t matter anymore anyway because ever since battery acid leaked in the van…

  • You're not rid of me. Are you?

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    …. what the hell ever happened to PJ Harvey?

  • Hair Gone

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    My hair is gone. And I’m sore. Saturday morning I thought I’d try out a more advanced yoga class. Muscles? Somehow, it hurts to cough and sneeze. I threw three bowls on Friday at pottery class and had indian food with my sweet boy. Saturday, we went out with a bunch of nice, pretty people…

  • The Contents of mihow: An Autobiography of Songs (Day Three)

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    I am 23. It’s senior year, design class. I haven’t slept in days and we have to shoot. I’m sick. I have a cold and the shivers. It’s raining in November. Doug, (still) a great friend, is my partner for this project. Our assignment: Use up to four and no less than two slide projectors.…