Month: March 2006
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pamlea, take two.
It’s riddled with typos and has the most outdated bio, but this time, this time they spelled my name correctly. The galleys are here.
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bad night. (warning: not for the squeamish or sympathetic.)
So we hosted a small party last night, mostly comprised of people we’ve never met before. Five minutes after the first group of guests arrived, I was bleeding into the kitchen sink. This was not one of my better parties. Well, I can’t speak for the people who attended, but I wish I could send…
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well, it’s another entry about my boobs.
Just got back from seeing Inside Man, or The Inside Man, or whatever it is. It doesn’t matter. I wanted to see it because Clive Owen is amazing, and if the entire movie was him doing that first monologue straight to the camera I would have been much more entertained. Consequently, about half an hour…
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jealous…
…of this fancy MacBook Pro. I have no need for a camera inside my computer. This is what my entries would end up looking like. Nothing but me goofing in front of photoshop. My computer’s been slowing down lately, and all of the keys are wiped from the board, I’ve had it for two years…
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twenty-five first sentences of blog entries I’ll never write
Presented in the exact order they entered my head: 1) So, Eric and I were talking the other night about our mutual love of making lists. 2) There was a bar down the block from my Bensonhurst apartment that Mapquest said was 0.00 miles away from where I lived, and that bar was called “The…
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Hiatus 3: Return of Sloth
I am not here to lie to you nice people: there are few things better than going to lunch and a movie with one of your favorite friends in the middle of the afternoon on a perfectly sunny Wednesday afternoon in Los Angeles. Ask me how I know this, and I shall regale you with…
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reality.
reality is this: i’m currently blogging in my kitchen, waiting for an english muffin to toast in the toaster oven. i am toasting an english muffin because it is the only thing I could find to eat, and i’m blogging because I don’t know what else to do with these five minutes. I’m reading a…