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Daily Observations: Taking Responsibility for Another
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Thursday, January 17, 2008. Taking Responsibility for Another. I told myself that it was understandable, that to think of what I'd done, to know the scope of my destruction would be to never sleep again, or smile again without seeing it flash before my eyes, if at all. To care would have meant destroying myself. And you would have done what I did- save yourself- right? That doesn't make it right. To turn your back on another human being, on millions, is to. I don't know. Its a crime. When I Have Time.
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Daily Observations: Character Sketch Damaged
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Monday, January 14, 2008. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I live in Los Angeles, write plays, perform improv comedy, drool over farmers markets and enjoy soft bedding. Oh, and I think you're great. View my complete profile. When I Have Time. A Year Following the Breakup. Asian Baby a Day. If Charlie Parker Was a Gunslinger. Nikki Finke's Deadline Hollywood Daily. A Year of Howie's Pursuit. Seeder and Lee Comedy. 5 hilariously disgusting combinations of food and water activity. A Labor of Love.
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Daily Observations: BAM-bi!
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Wednesday, January 16, 2008. My stomach dropped. Chris let out a horrifying gasp that sounded like he was coming up for air after being tossed around by a pounding wave. I will not forget that sound. He later told me that he thought we had died. We were zombies, zooming along in a ghost car. I just gave my father a check for it less than 48 hours ago. We called the state police and they came and filed a report. The trooper had gone to the site of the collision, but the deer was nowhere to be seen. I live...
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Daily Observations: The Severed Hand I Wish I Hadn't Seen: The Result of Which is My Nausea
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Thursday, February 28, 2008. The Severed Hand I Wish I Hadn't Seen: The Result of Which is My Nausea. He looked like a chef the way he waved it around in the air like a chicken breast that's halfway de-boned. It had already been drained of all blood and dredged in street dirt. All he needed was a frying pan and a stove. His words were searing enough, "This is what you Americans have done! Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. When I Have Time. A Year Following the Breakup.
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Daily Observations: Reverence rhymes with awesome!
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Monday, June 02, 2008. Reverence rhymes with awesome! It was like this, super a-ha moment for me! Pete Wentz is my future husband. JK2! Ashlee Simpson is a hobag poser who contaminated him. I’m totally cool being single. For now. In 2 years I’ll be married and preggers. Gross, I’ll never get knocked up. Babies=parasites.). Anyway, I am really into this idea of being reverent right now. It just makes things so much easier. To be honest, being anything is hard, but being reverent is the hardest! Reverence ...
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Daily Observations: God Forbid Your House Be Dirty
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Tuesday, January 22, 2008. God Forbid Your House Be Dirty. Before the heavens and the earth came into existence, all was a chaos, unimaginably limitless and without definite shape or form. Eon followed eon: then, lo! Out of this boundless, shapeless mass something light and warm rose up and formed. This was a House, in which materialized a place called Living Room. Next, Bathroom and Kitchen, followed by rooms called Bedroom and Playroom. These divine rooms are called The Home. View my complete profile.
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Daily Observations: Daily Grace
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Wednesday, November 30, 2005. The dining room of the Subway sandwich shop is crowded. The regular lunch hour din is constantly pierced by the synthetic bell of the opening and closing door. Ring! Squeak, footsteps. A warm fall draft follows behind every patron. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I live in Los Angeles, write plays, perform improv comedy, drool over farmers markets and enjoy soft bedding. Oh, and I think you're great. View my complete profile. When I Have Time. A Year Following the Breakup.
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Daily Observations: 5 hilariously disgusting combinations of food and water activity:
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Tuesday, December 13, 2005. 5 hilariously disgusting combinations of food and water activity:. In no particular order). 1 Slurping down a plateful of hot spaghetti and meatballs while soaking in a steaming bathtub. 2 Drinking a Campbell’s Chicken Noodle Soup to Go while swimming in the Atlantic ocean. 3 Munching on Bar-b-que potato chips in the shower. 4 Savoring a foot long Italian Hoagie with extra mayo while waiting for the bus in a NYC summer rain shower. You continue to impress! When I Have Time.
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Daily Observations: The Curse of the Original Southpark WalMart
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Tuesday, December 06, 2005. The Curse of the Original Southpark WalMart. The mall opening was a huge event. There was a search light, balloons, free Chick-Fil-A samples and human mannequins. Human. Unfortunately, this Wal-Mart was cursed. But time passed and the Wal-Mart became busier than ever. Shortly after that fatal shooting, in May 1990, a terrible storm brewed over the Wal-Mart, damaging the very Garden Section where that poor ex-wife was murdered. There was a continuing debate at CHHS as to whethe...
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Daily Observations: A Labor of Love
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Friday, January 20, 2006. A Labor of Love. His nose is his oyster and his fingers are explorers searching for a pearl. The risks are great, but the fruits of labor are sweet and plentiful. And with a crew of five fingers helping him out, anything is possible. Nothing's going to come between him and his booty. If only, there was a way to penetrate that gnarly bush of nose hair! If only there was a finger small enough to excavate that cave! These gems need to be mined and they need to be mined now! Those b...
