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You are a stone: November 2006

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You are a stone. You’re out singing songs, and I’m down shouting names at the flickerless screen, going fucking insane. Thursday, November 30, 2006. The absolute best thing about winter is being freezing ass cold and then walking into a warm room - preferably where there is wine to drink. Red wine. The sensation of your skin slowly warming up to the heat is, without a doubt, the best thing in the world. And any weather that makes me want to guzzle red wine and wax poetic is a damned good thing. I play th...

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You are a stone: July 2007

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You are a stone. You’re out singing songs, and I’m down shouting names at the flickerless screen, going fucking insane. Monday, July 23, 2007. Archives: It's hard to drink beer behind a helmet. The beginning of my debaucherous 27th Birthday Night Out. Sadly, the helmet didn't make it intact through the rest of the evening - although that's the one trauma that can't be blamed on me that evening. Yes, I kind of like the look of the helmet on my head. No, I don't see motorcycle riding in my future. New casa...

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You are a stone: January 2007

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You are a stone. You’re out singing songs, and I’m down shouting names at the flickerless screen, going fucking insane. Thursday, January 25, 2007. Poker and Some Good-God-Damn-Fiction. Speaking of kids I have to go to a baby shower in a few weekends. WTF? Wow I kind of thought my generation would live up to more than this. Let’s chain ourselves down to the daily grind at the same age as our parents there’s the way to bridge the generation gap, people. Posted by Black Sheep Girl at 1:18 AM. As the tears ...

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You are a stone: December 2006

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You are a stone. You’re out singing songs, and I’m down shouting names at the flickerless screen, going fucking insane. Monday, December 18, 2006. Day 1 with Madre. All around - not too bad. The Madre came in at about 3AM - three cat carriers and four suitcases must mean she's planning on staying a while. I was stoned, half-asleep and completely retarded. But the house was clean and warm and she didn't seem to care about my state of mind (hmmm.). What I'm really not into is the cats everywhere. It's ...

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You are a stone: April 2007

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You are a stone. You’re out singing songs, and I’m down shouting names at the flickerless screen, going fucking insane. Sunday, April 08, 2007. Posted by Black Sheep Girl at 2:14 AM. Sunday, April 01, 2007. And now it seems silly that I held your eyes in such high regard. I step from the car. After leaving a.goodbye.laced with fabricated hope. I should have said "don't be a stranger",. I should have kissed you. And I drive out of town trailing the ghost of you - of this place - behind me.

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You are a stone: June 2007

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You are a stone. You’re out singing songs, and I’m down shouting names at the flickerless screen, going fucking insane. Saturday, June 02, 2007. I made a semi-drunken promise to my very drunk friend Mat. To blog about the last time we hung out. So - here goes:. Yeah, I have nothing more to do than drink, apparently. It's a nice switch from the norm - since I've spent many a night on Mat's couch hanging between passing out and vomiting. Fun times. Even more fun? Posted by Black Sheep Girl at 2:48 PM.

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You are a stone: March 2007

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You are a stone. You’re out singing songs, and I’m down shouting names at the flickerless screen, going fucking insane. Wednesday, March 28, 2007. I'm upset to say goodbye to a friend tonight. Not just someone I met through work who doesn't matter - but someone who I connected with on a very basic level. And why is it that you always wait until the last moment you have before you notice how crucial someone is to your life? Or is that just me? How much heady introspection can I pack into one day? Thursday...

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You are a stone: October 2006

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You are a stone. You’re out singing songs, and I’m down shouting names at the flickerless screen, going fucking insane. Sunday, October 29, 2006. After too many $50 cab rides home from the bars in San Francisco, I decided to check out the local Oakland bar scene. We all need a local watering hole. And I desperately need something to do that doesn't involve going under the bay. Second stop was Cafe Van Kleef, which we were relieved to find open, serving drinks, and. Which brings us to.Radio. So We walked ...

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You are a stone: February 2007

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You are a stone. You’re out singing songs, and I’m down shouting names at the flickerless screen, going fucking insane. Wednesday, February 28, 2007. Because they know some cock who went to the same fraternity as they did. So fuck those kids. In any case, I miss being alone. I never have alone time anymore - sometimes I'm lucky to have a few hours on the weekend. Eh. It's making me very tense. Bygones. I'm content. Stressed, but content. This is all I ask for. Posted by Black Sheep Girl at 11:26 PM.