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Amorphous Asylum: July 2006
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Tuesday, July 04, 2006. Bored with a capital B . Sometimes I miss my old life. It was comfortably unpredictable. It was full of cool people, weekly Happy Hours with my girls and even a few good classes here and there. My old life was the college life. Yes, I know Cleveland is only 20-, 30-, 45 minutes away. (Akronites can’t seem to agree on a time.) But I refuse to drive that far to keep my sanity or my social life. I’ve been a social butterfly for as long as I can remember. I was always involved in ...
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Amorphous Asylum: September 2005
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Wednesday, September 28, 2005. Might we have Janet Junior on the mike? I need to have more faith in homegrown talent because. This girl right here. Teairra Mari, the newly-crowned "Princess of the Roc," and very worthily I add, a native of Detroit, did her thing at the. Not only do I admire the depth of her voice and great legs (no homo, stop trippin'), but she has a natural commanding stage presence that says: "Pay attention because this is my show.". I'm not saying Teairra Mari is. I'm 90 percent behin...
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Amorphous Asylum: July 2005
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Sunday, July 31, 2005. Just pay the damn ticket. I’m too cute to go to jail. Too bad Chattanooga, Tenn., doesn’t give a flying fig about good looks. I got a speeding ticket on my way to Atlanta from Detroit at the beginning of the summer. I was flying down I-75, running off at the mouth on the phone (with an ear piece, of course) to my friend Ashley. I spotted the Trooper parked on the right shoulder. I knew I was fried. T, girl, let me call you right back, I said. I know I’m about to get pulled over.
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Amorphous Asylum: October 2005
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Saturday, October 29, 2005. What did I do to deserve this? I had 50 cents in my pocket four dimes and two nickels. My daily hot chocolate only cost me 40 cents a cup. Yes! One dime. Two dimes. Three dimes. Four. I hit the Whipped Hot Chocolate button. Large cup, please. It dropped. Chocolate liquid drained. Still clinching my nickels, I continued humming: Clean up, clean up, everybody every where. Clean up, clean up, everybody do your share. The hot chocolate missed the damn cup. Posted by ELH @ 6:14 AM.
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Amorphous Asylum: December 2005
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Tuesday, December 13, 2005. I could write just to write,. Or I can wait for a just idea. The latter is always a better read. ELH. Even in Ohio, I was awake when Tookie died. At 3:26 am EST, the. Stanley Tookie Williams to be executed soon. Reporter, trained to insert his own damn opinion, said some of the most vicious crimes he had ever heard of were committed by Crips Tookie’s domain and Bloods street gangs. I guess he’s never heard of klan hatchets, genocides or Saddam Hussein. It was 3:35 am The.
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Amorphous Asylum: November 2005
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Tuesday, November 01, 2005. Drunkards are merely closet comedians. Alleged criminals can be quite honest. That's why my day brightens when I edit the Crime Blotter at work. For those who don't frequent the paper, Crime Blotter is a list of recent arrests in the area, and the information can be, dare I say, quite amusing. Most daily newspapers have something comparable to it. And now, why I love reading it:. REASON ONE: Drunkards are bold. REASON TWO: Drunkards are honest. Talk about one hell of a gift.
