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Be Incomparable: 12/1/11
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Sunday, December 25, 2011. Grateful to be here. Merry Christmas, you wonderful ole reason to live! Friday, December 23, 2011. Christamas Carol Roundup-as in round them up and shoot them dead. I thought today would never come! Now just counting down the hours till I am FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Would that it were for good, and not just a week. They are as follows:. Make me feel guilty about my priveleged white american lifestyle? No thank you. i reject the premise entirely. And, last, but absolutely not ...
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Be Incomparable: 2/1/12
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Saturday, February 25, 2012. Is there anything more cathartic than really, really cleaning the bathroom? I mean a down dirty, every-nook-and-cranny kind of clean? Oh, but there is. Taking down the Christmas tree that's been up since Christmas 2010! I did both today, and laundry, and made bread, and cleaned the living room, and I'm still going! No school work still. But godammit if I didn't finally match all the socks in the giant laundry basket o'socks! I mean, guys, I hung curtains! I've been reading an...
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Be Incomparable: 4/1/12
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Saturday, April 28, 2012. Springtime Brings New Rosies! It has been a brutal first week back after vacation. I think about last spring. How sexy and alive I felt. Of course these doubts lingered underneath, too, but. No. Who am I kidding? These doubts were rampant then too. I am (VERY) often relieved that I am married- meaning that I don't have to date, don't have to RISK, don't have to get naked in front of new people! What was I supposed to be writing about though? Did I tell you about my New Rosies?
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Be Incomparable: 6/1/12
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Friday, June 22, 2012. So, after- what- a month or more of trying to find a new direction for my blog, I have yet to hit on anything that interests me enough to sustain daily, or even weekly writing. This inability to land on a passion is rather alarming to me. It indicates that I have (gasp) no passion. No verve. No special purpose (lol. have you seen The Jerk with Steve Martin? For the lay audience:. Theatre= the art form. Theater= the buolding in which it is housed. But I won't get one until mid august.
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Be Incomparable: 10/1/12
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Wednesday, October 24, 2012. There's something in the air. and on the lawns. Not the season for holly and mistletoe and big red suits and jingling bells. Not yet. Despite what discount mega stores may imply with their months-early stock. Tis the season of spiced apple cider. Of pumpkin patches and burnished horizons. Of flooded red bogs and thick rolling fogs. The season of crisp morning air and long knit scarves and frost on the fallen leaves. I can very nearly TASTE the spirits in the air around. Get y...
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Be Incomparable: 9/1/12
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Saturday, September 22, 2012. Firstly, in my own defense against perceived attacks, I'd like to state that there's alot going on in my life- a hell of a lot more than just chairs! HOWEVER. Sometimes it is simpler, more effectively cathartic to focus on the concrete. The little things. the chairs. You've met Ethan Allen and Lorraine, our wonderful new livingroom chairs. Aren't they darling? Lolz, not like this. He, being a sweetheart, gave us an "of course! Like a pledge commercial! The only didningroom c...
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Be Incomparable: 11/1/11
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Wednesday, November 30, 2011. A plea to no one in particular. Ignore it. I don't think I've ever really had a panic attack. I've seen aaron have one or two in our time, and I don't think I'm experiencing that. But I am teetering on the edge of something pretty perilous here. I am sitting here seriously wondering how I'll make it through the day, and how I'll make it through the next day, and the day after that. What the fuck am I going to do? Aaron says happiness is something you choose. Just stressing a...
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Be Incomparable: 5/1/12
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Tuesday, May 29, 2012. Arrrrrrr. The title of this blog post be intentionally misleadin' ye. Many blogs have a theme. Topics that they cover. This keeps them from becoming, as mine has always been, someone's public diary. So I had to ask myself- if I were to blog- REALLY BLOG. The way the art form has developed- what on Earth would I blog ABOUT? Knee slappers, am I right teachers? There are any number of theatre blogs! There are PLENTY (and I do mean PLENTY) of sex related blogs. All the kinds of sex...
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Be Incomparable: 11/1/12
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Thursday, November 29, 2012. All over the place. Being au naturale once more is strange. I mean, of course, that I no longer have prescription pills dissolving into my blood stream and balancing my brain chemicals any longer. And it is strange. I say strange because I don't know quite how to feel about it. Somedays it feels wonderful. I feel energetic, motivated, organized (well, as organized as this lady can get withour serious intervention), and productive. Such as, I'm trying to give myself a break...
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Be Incomparable: 12/1/12
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Sunday, December 23, 2012. A mediocrity now and always. It is year's end and a time for reflection, they say. Reflection never goes well for me. But neither does looking forward. All around me people are seeing thier wishes come true, are unlocking success, are becoming what they've wanted to be or doing what they've yearned to do and I. The only thing tethering me to the here and now is the one person I feel most guilty about. He shouldn't love me. I'm unworthy of it. When I want nothing more than.
