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Goodbye | La Dolce Vita
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8230;once upon a time, there was a girl…. About the good life. Meet him, Mike said, I think you’d both get along. But he stood me up. Give him another chance , Mike said, He’swellhe’s different. And so I did. And we talked until the stars came out and the moon rose. We talked about the colour of sea sand at night. And of books. And of the hard mash of life. And how tough it was to see the truth of others. And to be seen. We shared phone calls that would go on for hours. Me in the bath, him sitting so...
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Afterwards | La Dolce Vita
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8230;once upon a time, there was a girl…. About the good life. Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). Share on Facebook (Opens in new window). Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window). Click to share on Google (Opens in new window). 7 thoughts on “ Afterwards. 19 June 2013 at 3:11 pm. Whatever you’re doing keep doing it…i like it. 5 August 2013 at 8:28 pm. Yeah, dude. I’m not convinced. It’s pretty raw. And sometimes I just want a wee bit more softness. 19 June 2013 at 10:53 pm. You are c...
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Unexpected adventures with ponderous consequences. And stuff. | La Dolce Vita
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8230;once upon a time, there was a girl…. About the good life. Unexpected adventures with ponderous consequences. And stuff. I don’t fuck other people’s boyfriends. I just don’t. It’s bad form, on the whole. And nothing good comes of it. So how the hell did I end up in bed with another woman’s man? Not only that, but with her permission? And then a few weeks later, again, this time, with her in attendance? What the actual fuck, as they say on the interwebs. No Catch up, dammit.). 5 thoughts on “ Un...
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Rassles: Blog Party
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It's time for percolatin'. Ask and Ye Shall Recieve. Belong to the world. Blues of a Waxwing. A Certain Lack of Focus. The Cheek of God. Florida Girl in Sydney. The Good Word of Sprout. Jacob's Land of Bliss and Blisters. The Man Who Knew Too Much. The Original Gangster Hair Twirler. A Question of Wanderlust. Tabbie. Like Cabbie, with a T. Yo Soy La Chamuca. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). And I'm all, "I dunno, over there somewhere." Sometimes I skip breakfast and regret it later.
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It Was Inevitable: March 2007
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Thursday, March 29, 2007. I'm done. I want out. Anyone? And tell it like you still believe. Oh, and follow that Kono blog link to see me acting like an idiot. Every fucking time I'm happy it happens. Now that you've all seen it, you know. Any all-encompassing happiness leads to heartbreaking downfall. Sigh. Wednesday, March 21, 2007. I could be wrong. Tuesday, March 20, 2007. The Hold Stead Last Night. I was thanking the guys for playing such a great show (and telling them that I had been begging them vi...
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It Was Inevitable: December 2007
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Sunday, December 30, 2007. I fucking hate Sundays. Can someone please come up with a way to make them NOT suck? Thursday, December 27, 2007. Girl You Gotta Cover That. Knew there was a reason I brought the spare ones! Thinking that the cement people would probably be back I hid my cement-covered shoes so they wouldn’t know it was me. (Would I find am angry note on my car? Or maybe a smashed window? Or would they just point and laugh when I came back? Wednesday, December 26, 2007. 4 A co-worker from my ba...
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It Was Inevitable: April 2007
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Monday, April 30, 2007. 1 The mid-sized pot I have it too small to pop 3/4C of popcorn. But now I know why my parents never filled the pot up enough to make it overflow, now matter how much I begged. The popped corn catches on fire in the stove flame. Just a little. 2 How did I do all of this on Saturday? Shopping and coffee in the morning. Pizza with feta and kalamata olives for lunch. To The Natural 2007 Pittsburgh Bodybuilding and Figure Championships (Yay Tedd for 5th and 3rd place wins! When I get h...
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Walking the moon road | La Dolce Vita
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8230;once upon a time, there was a girl…. About the good life. Walking the moon road. Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). Share on Facebook (Opens in new window). Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window). Click to share on Google (Opens in new window). 8 thoughts on “ Walking the moon road. 9 April 2013 at 4:14 am. My 8 year old self was far less grumpy…. 27 April 2013 at 5:22 pm. I think mine was too, when she was reading Nancy Drew. 27 April 2013 at 6:09 pm. 14 April 2013 at 6:32 pm.
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Death! Destruction! Pestilence! Some light summer reading. | Exile on Pain Street
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Exile on Pain Street. Straddling the Hudson River. One foot in NYC, the other in suburban New Jersey. Skip to primary content. Some light summer reading. July 30, 2015. Exile on Pain Street. Fourteen-year-old Doug Swieteck facesan abusive father, a brother traumatized by Vietnam, suspicious teachers, police officers and isolation. When a school bus accident leaves sixteen-year-old Jessica an amputee. In a dark future, when North America has split into two warring nations [Punk-ass bitch Canadians.].
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City of Narcissists and Art | Exile on Pain Street
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Exile on Pain Street. Straddling the Hudson River. One foot in NYC, the other in suburban New Jersey. Skip to primary content. City of Narcissists and Art. August 5, 2015. Exile on Pain Street. I I’m Breaking Up with New York. A few weeks ago, there was a disruption at the evening performance of. Girls were calling all day. What would you do? Shortly after that, at an evening performance of. Grabbed the phone out of her hand. And walked off stage with it. It was returned after the show. The New York Times.
