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twenty years and counting: October 2009
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Wednesday, October 14, 2009. It's All In My Mind. Was he on drugs, or naturally this way? I asked myself one afternoon in Berlin. We were meeting the other Tony, Tony T, to talk about a fashion show he was putting on- Tony was going to model, I was going to present an outfit. As we chatted, I realized this was the first time I had spent time alone with him, and it was a little overwhelming for me. What is his deal? I thought, as we made small talk. Is he depressed or serene? A little better.). Friday nig...
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twenty years and counting: February 2010
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Sunday, February 14, 2010. Move A Hand In Front Of My Eyes. I used to ask myself, back in Nineteen Ninety-oneville, why I was the way I was, and how could that be changed? I used to wonder why I was living. Life, and not one I wanted to be living. I think that is what being young is all about. The whys. Why why why. Why am I miserable? Why don't I have a boyfriend? Why can't I have that? The new season of. I also wondered why the things I used to do for fun felt like a chore and made me miserable. Ma...
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twenty years and counting: December 2009
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Tuesday, December 01, 2009. Time Off From The Rain. We knew our downstairs neighbor was dying. Chris told me one night about meeting him as he moved in with his parents. Our son is too ill to live alone, because of AIDS." He's lucky to a family like yours, Chris said. The women were buried under their expressions of grief, and the faces of the men bore a quiet compassion for their women. Chris, Cath and I left some flowers at their door. He was he first person I knew who died from AIDS. Episode with Eve ...
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twenty years and counting: June 2010
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Monday, June 14, 2010. This post is for anyone who Googles "Body Shop, 1982 1983". This song's for you, too. We sure had a lot of fun, didn't we? Though, in the immortal words of Fiona Apple, it isn't the red we painted it, it's just rust. Fast Radio, Under My Thumb. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. A Hole in the Head. And Then I Gave Up. Go Away, I'm Reading. She's an American Girl.
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twenty years and counting: June 2011
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Saturday, June 11, 2011. Somethings You Never Outgrow. A few summers back, where they happily pay young men to operate their elevators. In round red caps in hundred degree weather, no less. Anywho, the man who was pacing in front of the elevator immediately started talking to me when I stood near him to wait for the elevator. Do you know who you look like? He asked. No I responded, already afraid where this was going. Jesus! You look like Jesus Christ! He said. No, no I don't, I said. Yes! And Ralph Laur...
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twenty years and counting: December 2010
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Monday, December 06, 2010. Hello Dear Readers,. I missed my ghostly girls! Actually, that's Constance Bennett) That font, if you didn't know, is based on Moz's lively scrawl. Anywho, I am on a writing deadline right now; I must have the first act of my play ready by the 22nd. It is based on a story I wrote ten years ago, which has found it's way to my blog, because it happened to me! Play writing is going better than I could have hoped, and I am enjoying it! Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). A Hole in the Head.
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twenty years and counting: September 4, 2010
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Saturday, September 04, 2010. September 4, 2010. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). How Can I Even Try To Go On? Only Love Can Break Your Heart. September 4, 2010. September 2, 2010. September 1, 2010. View my complete profile. A Hole in the Head. And Then I Gave Up. Go Away, I'm Reading. She's an American Girl.
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twenty years and counting: Only Love Can Break Your Heart
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Sunday, September 19, 2010. Only Love Can Break Your Heart. Was it built this way? I thought to myself, the first time I climbed the stairs with Danny. Or was it carved up and shrunk down, to make as many apartments as they could, out of the original apartments? Danny covered his bedroom walls with fashion pictures that inspired him, porn, and his artwork, a picture. Cheng, my manager over there just said the best thing to me! You ne'er shut up! That's all we've been saying for the past hour! Came in twi...
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twenty years and counting: August 2010
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Tuesday, August 31, 2010. August 31, 2010. Yes, I want to make love to you. Monday, August 30, 2010. August 30, 2010. Leaving the library today, I passed a young mom, wrangling four kids and a stroller down Lincoln Avenue. Two little boys, aged around six and four, ran up to the deep, gated, stone clad window well, and shouted echo! The younger of the two parroting what the older one did and said. Aw, do kids still do stuff like that? Ga-ga, ooo la la! August 29th, 2010. I thought to myself. e.e&...I gue...
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twenty years and counting: These Days Are Ours
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Monday, March 12, 2012. These Days Are Ours. For sven and elizabeth, cause you asked. I tell her, even though we've never heard their music. I assumed I would love them. I just got twenty records from ebay, most of which are labeled by their origional owner with her name and the date purchased. I'm half tempted to tell her she can have them back if she would ever want them again; I know I want back all the vinyl I've gotten rid of, but I probably won't. I shouted the beglittered, flared jeaned girls and ...