I want to go home. Little Brother just got home, kind of sad, kind of drunk. He is Talking about how he’ll miss his good high school friends, then trips over a floor lamp. …
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Flat Stanley
Fanbase, it is totally possible to mail oneself. With the price of air fare going up, and up: risks of terrorism, death by lightning, and old women smuggling on large blocks of cheese disguised as …
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crying
Let this be known: it is hard to apply make up while crying. One’s face says: Do not put that stuff on me. I don’t want to look pretty right now. I want to be …
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Bacon.
Oh, Bacon. Allow me to, ahem, count the ways. Fried, warm, happy. Raw; Honest. Lawyer, statesman, essayist, historian, intellectual reformer, philosopher, and champion of modern science. I like you. Oddly attractive man person. I see …
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TOO MANY LITTLE DEAD TITTENS!!!
Fanbase, we have a serious problem. Ms. Castoria – please hold your tongue. Too many little dead tittens, be they small versions of the twats they might become – is a serious problem. And it’s …
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being alive
Today’s steps to reminding yourself that you are Alive, and you Like it. Essentials: 1. Iced Coffee, and how, and lots. 2. A newspaper. 3. An (arbitary) destination 4. Imaginary Money 5. A cellular device …
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fruit.
fruit fiction They had been together for 93 years. The immobility of their age compelled them to spend much time sitting on the porch, while she admired the age spots on her long legs, and …
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A brief tribute to Rennaisance Fairs
Now, I do not mean to hate, judge, mock, or expose. I only mean to investigate and report. Journalistically. That’s right. Pencil skirt, awkwardly plunging neckline. Glasses that slip down my nose. Bic pen in …
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DEATHCAT!
Well, mrow, and then some! Oscar, the somewhat skittish 2yr old cat, is a resident attraction at a nursing home in Rhode Island. Though usually unfriendly, a loner, if you will, with few friends on …
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Why you Should not Pierce Yourself
Seriously, what? This was an article suggestion on a bloggy I blog for. Julien, let’s have a moment about this. Here we go. High School Angst and a burning desire to be different, I believe, …