My fat camp diatribe. Can’t stinking wait. ‘They fry like eggs – like fat kids omlettes.’
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thanksgiving
And then also: A note: I love Thanksgiving. It is good and gratuitous and important and smells like warm. Love, love, love. So many times do I love this holiday. So much, that on …
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subway music
Why am I not musically inclined? If I had a wish, besides erasure of my student loans/leaf bag of monies, it would be that I could sing like a mf, or play the violin, …
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re: missed connections
Oh man. Intrigue; hours. Bekah Brunstetter, sociologist hopeful.
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Oh, God
Walking by a random Baptist church in Kip’s Bay today, I saw this etched on a plaque: ‘Disturb us, Lord, when we are too pleased with ourselves, When our dreams have come true because we …
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they belonged together
The old, old woman belonged with the large, large woman who was assigned to her as caregiver, through some sort of agency. They both enjoyed moving slow, and so, they shuffled up hill. I.e., …
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the bedbug
People, I’m actually really digging my new job, partially thanks to these little buggers – literally. They tend to bite, reek havock and cause drama, generally, i.e., more work for me, i.e. the making of …
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sex
Unfortunately, amidst self-imposed deadlines and beaucoup de new projects needing astartin – my roommate ( Asian Girl Dan ), received the entire set of Sex and the City DVDS for her birthday. And by entire, …
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child-rearing via iphoto
I have discovered the key to entertaining these things they are calling ‘children.’ See, children like: shiny things, things that have to do with themselves, things that make them laugh, things they can control, and …
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I cuddled my coat
I wanted to see how it felt to hold me.