December 2009
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You know, I dream sometimes about flying. It starts out like I’m running really, really fast and I’m like superhuman. And the terrain starts to get really rocky and steep and then I’m running so fast that my feet aren’t even touching the ground. And I’m floating and it’s like this amazing, amazing feeling… I’m free, I’m safe. Then I realize: I’m completely alone. And then I wake up.
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A Very White Christmas
I got so many good things. Gift cards, a potato gun (?), Vincent Price, Paper Heart, and a snuggie! From the looks of it, I could perform a mass in this snuggie. I have more than I deserve; I haven’t even seen the Krampus yet this season but I anticipate a couple birch branches to the face and a chain to the neck. Raider got plenty of doggy presents (including a new bed!)
I’d say the...
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All I want for Christmas is a little clarity.
It’s cold and I’m anticipating the snowstorm. Any where from 8-18 inches? YES. I wish that snow could be more photogenic so that I could show you how beautiful it is here. Snow and Christmas. Christmas Eve is tomorrow, you know. A wonderful holiday where Christians give me money and everyone is compelled to be in a good mood. But I’m still digging myself out of some of the...
“…Meet me in Montauk”
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Stop Signs and Soap.
I crashed my car. Would you believe I hit a stop sign? I suppose it is adding to both the list of stupid things I do and the list of ironic situations I put myself into. I can’t afford this, nor can I afford my rental car (which smells like ass, anyhow…) I’ll figure it out. Along with repairs, I’ve been spending my money on Christmas gifts. I’ve almost finished my...