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Relative Worries
When I was growing up, and someone would come into school maimed or a cousin would show up at a family gathering with a black eye or a facial bruise, I knew exactly what had gone wrong. Should my cousin have a minor concussion, I knew instantly what went wrong. I was an expert at…
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I’m tired.
I feel blah today. I feel blah because I was up late working on SPD and I kept Toby up, too. I feel even more awful because I totally didn’t add someone who was supposed to be added and instead pulled someone from the database thinking he didn’t respond in time. While I have apologized…
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Earth Shoes
Yesterday, while stomping around the city with Missy, I purchased these shoes. I love Earth shoes They feel wonderful. Run along now and get your hippie on.
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It’s dark in here.
How is it that, up until this year (February, to be exact), I hadn’t ever heard of “The Bloggies” before? What cave have I lived in? These are rhetorical questions, by the way. I think I already know the answers.
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Proof: The Chub and my lack of composure.
Not that any of you thought I was joking about the chin and all. Hey, you try cramming four people into a photobooth. :]
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Mr. Composure.
A couple of months ago, Missy came into town. We were out one night at Union Pool and the three of us decided to climb aboard the Photobooth and have our pictures taken. We piled inside. Toby was first. I was second. And Missy came in third. Armed with cash dollars, I began to straighten…
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Days of Yore
A year ago today I didn’t post. Two years ago today I did. Soon, I get to say three years ago today. :]
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The hell?
For days now, I haven’t been able to leave comments on any site hosted by blogger. Is it because I said I hated the word? Have I been shunned? Not that everyone is missing out on my life-changing commentary, but still. It’s frustrating.
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What comes around, got around.
I work at a bar in Brooklyn. Its decor is made up of a lot of pictures of naked ladies. I wouldn’t say it’s necessarily pornographic in nature (though, I guess that depends on our definition of pornographic). Its Russ Meyer meets Pulp Fiction meets Betty Boop meets a hundred girls with herstorys. (Put this…
