October 2010
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Pussums.
I keep having this fantasy where I have a panther who I name Pussums. And Pussums is all wily and awesome, so he lies in all the dark little corners on my street. You know. In empty driveways, or in the shadows cast by cars parked. Anyway. So Pussums likes to chill but because he’s all black and sexy nobody can see him at night. So I come out of the house and start calling,...
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I love you, Carole Pope.
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Oh, my childhood.
Ugh.
These days I find myself wanting to do a lot.
I want to finish all my work.
I want to write something meaningful.
I want run away from myself.
I want to find my way back to you.
Back to a time when things weren’t hard,
And living actually meant something.
I can’t help but feel that as we get older, the rarer the opportunities to feel become.
The chance to have anything worth having...
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Inspired by Kate.
This blows.
Pardon?
This. Bloooows.
She puffed her cheeks out and spat all over my food. I want to say it was love at first sight, but honestly, it was a million times better than that. As I stared down at my mangled plate of half eaten sandwiches and cold accoutrements, I swear I saw my entire picket-white future.
Sorry. I ruined your plate of festive fineries.
Yeah. That’s...
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