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one sara in a sea of sara(h)s: Is George Carlin my Real Daddy?
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Thursday, June 26, 2008. Is George Carlin my Real Daddy? Last weekend, John and I split a bottle of wine with my parents and, for about the 80th time, my dad—as of February a cable TV subscriber for the first time in his life—waxed on (and on and on) about his newfound love of Inside the Actor’s Studio. Punchy from the pinot noir, I peppered everyone with James Lipton’s questions. 8220;What sound or noise do you love? 8221; (Yeah, yeah, children’s laughter.). 8220;What’s your favorite curse word? To comb...
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one sara in a sea of sara(h)s: June 2008
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Thursday, June 26, 2008. Is George Carlin my Real Daddy? Last weekend, John and I split a bottle of wine with my parents and, for about the 80th time, my dad—as of February a cable TV subscriber for the first time in his life—waxed on (and on and on) about his newfound love of Inside the Actor’s Studio. Punchy from the pinot noir, I peppered everyone with James Lipton’s questions. 8220;What sound or noise do you love? 8221; (Yeah, yeah, children’s laughter.). 8220;What’s your favorite curse word? To comb...
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one sara in a sea of sara(h)s: May 2008
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Wednesday, May 21, 2008. Beauty comes from pain"? I don't know why i'm surprised that places like this exist, but i must say, i'm shocked. Http:/ community.livejournal.com/proanorexia. I know it sounds horrid, but welcome to the mind of a teenager that ranked on the popularity scale somewhere between the mathletes and that boy with the headgear who farted really loud in gym class. Don´t just give up every night and say "i´ll start tomorrow". it never works. Don´t wake up too early and stay busy so t...
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one sara in a sea of sara(h)s: there was a night when i drank too much at the black cat and ordered fried scallops--scallops!--from yum's market at 2am
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Tuesday, May 13, 2008. There was a night when i drank too much at the black cat and ordered fried scallops- scallops! From yum's market at 2am. Visiting DC, my home from ages 22 - 28 1/2, is sort of like visiting an ex-boyfriend, except without the bad memories of drunk sex and crappy break-up mix CDs. it is an experience that forces, like it or not, lots of "what if" thoughts, a revisiting of decisions past. mainly, my decision to leave. What if i had taken that awesome job at gallaudet university?
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one sara in a sea of sara(h)s: "Beauty comes from pain" ???
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Wednesday, May 21, 2008. Beauty comes from pain"? I don't know why i'm surprised that places like this exist, but i must say, i'm shocked. Http:/ community.livejournal.com/proanorexia. I know it sounds horrid, but welcome to the mind of a teenager that ranked on the popularity scale somewhere between the mathletes and that boy with the headgear who farted really loud in gym class. Don´t just give up every night and say "i´ll start tomorrow". it never works. Don´t wake up too early and stay busy so t...
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Tyrone's wife and web designer Julee Jaeger. Hendrix College English Department. David C. Madden. American Life in Poetry.
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one sara in a sea of sara(h)s: erotic-a
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Tuesday, May 20, 2008. Some people who know me might say that i am about as qualified to write erotica as i am to record a song with nine inch nails, or orchestrate the launch of a space shuttle from NASA's headquarters. Or these books wouldn't sell. So that's my plan. torrid grocery store romance writing with an MFA flair. stay tuned. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). One sara in a sea of sara(h)s. Things i am thinking about and, occasionally, things that require no thought at all.
