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Now in Technicolor: November 2006
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I was striking in black and white. You couldn't see my red spots. You couldn't see my racoon eyes. But what fun is life without those? Friday, November 10, 2006. I am crashing and burning on this nano thing (see www.nanowrimo.org. Orwas that the other way around. Posted by Green @ 3:55 PM. Tuesday, November 07, 2006. You ever get a craving? For something that is obviously not natural for you to be craving? No They aren't a naturally occuring food. Hell, I could have cured cancer. View my complete profile.
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Now in Technicolor: January 2007
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I was striking in black and white. You couldn't see my red spots. You couldn't see my racoon eyes. But what fun is life without those? Wednesday, January 31, 2007. It's when you look through people. I'll never forget that watery stare, as if she were still drowning, waiting to be saved. Current picture: to be added at a later date. Posted by Green @ 11:54 AM. Wednesday, January 24, 2007. Don't Close Your Eyes. The good people at blogger.com promised easier access to the Google Blogger. They promi...She g...
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Now in Technicolor: July 2006
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I was striking in black and white. You couldn't see my red spots. You couldn't see my racoon eyes. But what fun is life without those? Monday, July 31, 2006. Months 1&2 Hedwig and the Angry Inch. Hedwig and the Angry Inch. Put in for this coming Saturday. CHECK! So, remember that plan I talked about in my last journal entry? I'm not stereotyping here by saying girls are passionate and boys are logical. I'm generalizing. There's a distinctive, yet equally offensive, difference. And I would reply, "Because...
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Now in Technicolor: September 2006
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I was striking in black and white. You couldn't see my red spots. You couldn't see my racoon eyes. But what fun is life without those? Wednesday, September 27, 2006. L is for the way you look at me. I don't know why it's so hard for me to understand the deep and neverending connection of love. A person would sacrifice life for another. How is that possible? And why am I so moved by it? I shed a tear. Maybe the Wal-a-phed is having an affect on me. But don't think I'm ready to throw in the towel on in...
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Now in Technicolor: March 2007
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I was striking in black and white. You couldn't see my red spots. You couldn't see my racoon eyes. But what fun is life without those? Tuesday, March 20, 2007. Is Birth Null When You're Dead? PS Carter died a few months ago. Today is her birthday. I don't know what to think. Should a birthday still be celebrated a la the beautiful collection of flowers sitting more than a foot high on my desk top for everyone to see in celebration? Well I dunno. Happy birthday? Congratulations on living how long you did?
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Now in Technicolor: October 2006
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I was striking in black and white. You couldn't see my red spots. You couldn't see my racoon eyes. But what fun is life without those? Monday, October 30, 2006. Enough to make a girl profane. I'm putting off the Dresden Doll ohmycodi'veseenthemlivenananananaboohbooh entry until a little later. I've got to vent. Just call me Ms. AC. You're making more money than Kohls and now you don't have to work at Kohls as often. I need to say it! And, no, I can't get an advance on the check. I need to learn how to pl...
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Now in Technicolor: February 2007
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I was striking in black and white. You couldn't see my red spots. You couldn't see my racoon eyes. But what fun is life without those? Monday, February 19, 2007. It seems as if the theme of my weekend has been storytellers. Alright, so perhaps this was on a bit of a smaller scale. But I tend to exagerate. I'm a storyteller myself, after all. I think the most suseptible person to my stories is me, unfortunately. Oh, but I've been missing out on the best parts haven't I? Go see The Weir. Feb 17, 2007.
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Now in Technicolor: April 2007
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I was striking in black and white. You couldn't see my red spots. You couldn't see my racoon eyes. But what fun is life without those? Friday, April 27, 2007. All Mourn the Death of the Inflatable, Plastic Palm Tree! But to continue with my vision:. People were wandering around as if it didn't matter to them but- oh no! I knew what had taken place! Current piece of writing: "and miles to go before I sleep". Posted by Green @ 9:44 AM. Friday, April 20, 2007. The Minutes Before the Moment. Emily isn't comi...
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Now in Technicolor: December 2006
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I was striking in black and white. You couldn't see my red spots. You couldn't see my racoon eyes. But what fun is life without those? Monday, December 18, 2006. My Kingdom For Keys. I'm absolutely and irrevicobly.irrevacably.irr- screw spell check. I'm tired, darn-it! I saw Absurd Person Singular last weekend and was incredibly surprised by everything. I, sincerely, did not think it could be pulled off in any sort of fashion. I'm so fantastically wrong. Posted by Green @ 10:45 AM. Today this regifting p...
