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looks just like the sun
My mom found this blog.
Ooooh, momma.
It’s my own stupid fault. I linked her to the entry about my dental adventures, largely in celebration of the fact that they are finally over – my permanent crown is now in place and I no longer look like a crackwhore. I wanted to share the surreal nature of [...]
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allgrownsup
About six months ago, my mom hit me with a real… whopper(?) of a question. (Whopper? Apparently I am now writing to you from the 1950’s.) I talk to my mom every day on the phone; as creepy as it may sound, she is the single most important person in my life. I forget what [...]
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some nights I really miss my car
Not because I actually want to go anywhere. I just miss driving, alone, at night.
When you write it out like that it sounds melodramatic, but that’s not how it feels. There’s just something about empty roads and music and a tank of gas and knowing you could just keep going. Even though deeper down, you [...]
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Mr. E’s Beautiful Blues
I knew this dude once. Well, he wasn’t really a dude, per se, since he’s the same age as my mother, but whatever, I knew him.
Because it’s been a long long time since I last spoke to him (I don’t even know how he’d feel about me posting stuff about him online), and because his [...]
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