I have not abandoned you. I do not mean to neglect. Please refrain from pouting in the corner.
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i love you, the blog
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Aunt Carrie
You know who you are. Here is your baby: He made me take this for his facebook account. He wanted something distinguished and angsty. He’s hoping to reconnect with friends from high school and find …
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hangers
Today, I touched about 8,347 of these: while all-black clad preggers Buyer women bitched about linen and discussed panty lines. Sandra, the Austrian beaut, meandered among us, trying things on, and whenever she removed something, …
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Eileen Fisher
Tommorrow, thanks to Atrium staffing, for 10.50 an hour, in all black comfortable clothing, I will be ironing and steaming clothes like this: My new roomie Stella, the fashion designer, assures me that this is …
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REMINDER!
This sucker is shaping up. Been in tech for eleventy years. Coming together. Never worked so hard on a script ever. Still haven’t figured it out, but it darn, does it look pretty. Come see …
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women are bitches
The red-haired one and the brown haired one had just met in spinning class. Well, not just met: rather, it was the first day they had decided, for some reason, to exchange names. The …
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craigslist writing gigs – the wow
Oh craigslist. It was the BEST (best) (yay) of times, it was the worst of times, even. I peruse this baby OBSESSIVELY for freelance writing gigs. I have come across some weird – WEIRD …
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fruit flies (the musical)
Ewww/eeee/ughhhh/yow. People, these little Broadway Babies have INFILTRATED MY APARTMENT. Causes? Perhaps the abandoned, fermented banana bunch I once planned to make bread with – or my general kitchen apathy as of late – …
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sometimes I forget how to walk
Don’t you? It’s hard.
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Her heart moved with the Day
In the morning, it was optimistic, available, and in need of Eight Breakfasts. In the afternoon: slightly weary, busy, bored of walks to the bank. At night: it filled with blood and grew darker …