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The Garden State of Euphoria: tri-fold
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The Garden State of Euphoria. Folks, I can't believe it's not better. Wednesday, April 16, 2008. I dreamt last night that I found it at a yard sale. It sat there, nearly alone on a partially draped brown folding table. Over time, I've grown to find beauty in the broken. Picking up the object, I became aware of it's lightness and fragility. It looked heavier than it was. Very suddenly, I'd become afraid that it would simply crumble in my hands under the mere weight of my scrutiny. I felt the sun penetrati...
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The Garden State of Euphoria: December 2007
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The Garden State of Euphoria. Folks, I can't believe it's not better. Monday, December 10, 2007. On a normal night I would be at his house, arranging some concoction of over-priced goods in a skillet and pretending that I know what I'm doing while ridiculous re-runs sound off in the background, making me smile. I like to sip white wine while I cook and despite unfavoring comments, prefer to be barefoot in the kitchen. On a normal night I would know what he wants and how he feels; I would know where he is.
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The Garden State of Euphoria: March 2008
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The Garden State of Euphoria. Folks, I can't believe it's not better. Sunday, March 16, 2008. I realize that I've been tagged. (Twice). I also realize that no one really reads this blog anymore. I've been too lazy to prompt anyone to read it. Maybe that will change. Good, 'cause I'm not. I'm a recovering vegetarian. It was never out of principle. I just realized one day that I really didn't enjoy eating meat and I seldom did. So why eat it at all? I eventually became the difficult one in the family that ...
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The Garden State of Euphoria: get ready to crumble
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The Garden State of Euphoria. Folks, I can't believe it's not better. Wednesday, August 27, 2008. Get ready to crumble. I love me a high ceiling. I love me a high ceiling. I'm making a decision and it's just for me. It's pointless, it's fleeting, it serves no purpose but that of my own. It feels a little (or maybe a lot) great. It feels a bit fantastic. But then, she has no stethoscope, just a stainless surgical steel post and a rubber glove. This is the prettiest doctor's office I've ever seen. I hopped...
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The Garden State of Euphoria: November 2007
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The Garden State of Euphoria. Folks, I can't believe it's not better. Tuesday, November 20, 2007. It took awhile to get everyone out the door this morning. My niece Elliana was cranky, my parents were quietly and covertly making jabs at one another, my father and his sister (who is up visiting from Peru) were arguing over the Iraq war; Cecilia, for once, didn't say a word and quietly got ready and escaped this morning for work without setting off fireworks somewhere over something. Thirteen people and th...
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The Garden State of Euphoria: August 2007
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The Garden State of Euphoria. Folks, I can't believe it's not better. Wednesday, August 22, 2007. And anxieties really can be overcome. Would you look at that? The pavement was slick today, and I must confess that I positively love it because of the satiating, sliding sensation that I get when my flip flops move across wet pavement. It is August, and I am gleefully flip flop skating in the parking lot of the Strike 'n' Spare in Greenbrook, New Jersey. Hoo-ra. Bowler's Anxiety is apparently a disease that...
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The Garden State of Euphoria: May 2007
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The Garden State of Euphoria. Folks, I can't believe it's not better. Tuesday, May 08, 2007. There are two ways that you can delete friends on MySpace. 1 By clicking on the "Delete Friend" button on the edit page of your My Friends section. 2 By clicking on the "Delete Friend" button at the bottom of one of the survey bulletins that friend has posted. Tom knows. Tom knows that there have been times I have seen bulletins and have been tempted to delete a friend. He has probably felt this way too. I keep s...
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The Garden State of Euphoria: small
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The Garden State of Euphoria. Folks, I can't believe it's not better. Monday, December 10, 2007. On a normal night I would be at his house, arranging some concoction of over-priced goods in a skillet and pretending that I know what I'm doing while ridiculous re-runs sound off in the background, making me smile. I like to sip white wine while I cook and despite unfavoring comments, prefer to be barefoot in the kitchen. On a normal night I would know what he wants and how he feels; I would know where he is.
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The Garden State of Euphoria: spineally
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The Garden State of Euphoria. Folks, I can't believe it's not better. Sunday, March 16, 2008. I realize that I've been tagged. (Twice). I also realize that no one really reads this blog anymore. I've been too lazy to prompt anyone to read it. Maybe that will change. Good, 'cause I'm not. I'm a recovering vegetarian. It was never out of principle. I just realized one day that I really didn't enjoy eating meat and I seldom did. So why eat it at all? I eventually became the difficult one in the family that ...
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The Garden State of Euphoria: January 2008
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The Garden State of Euphoria. Folks, I can't believe it's not better. Monday, January 07, 2008. Something a little incomplete. The option was presented: write all your cares on a luggage tag and check your baggage at the door. Check it at the door? The opportunity to unload my baggage comes along and it has suddenly become difficult to breathe. I click my pen and write in bold, capital letters HEARTACHE. I look at it for a second and know that it is the only word that can sum everything up.
