Month: January 2010
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chapters
All this rehashing of my high school years might be undoing years of therapy. I think I can safely blame Facebook for part of it. I’m new to it. Look, I had a Geocities account, whippersnappers. And I made it safely through both the Friendster and MySpace Administrations. But Facebook, that’s where you all are.…
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Little Pam Gets Personal
Oh, man. I don’t know what was going on with me the winter of my fifteenth year, but I was wrestling with some serious hormones. 20, Jan., 1991 Look at me. Look into my eyes. Let me look into you. Let me look beyond that mask you wear into your real feelings — your real…
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Notes from a “lump” of Houston Sheraton Town & Country Stationery, circa 1990 or 91
Just so you know, I got an email from 200-page boy, who got an email from one of you asking, “ARE YOU 200-PAGE LETTER DOUGLAS THAT PAMIE’S WRITING ABOUT?!?” Small, small world. He was writing to let me know that he does, indeed, still have that letter. My first book! (Speaking of books, the galleys…
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20, Nov., 1990
Let me start by saying I am appreciative of all the attention Little Pam has received. It’s not just the emails, the letters and poems you’ve unearthed and started posting on your own websites, or even the Facebook fan page someone started for LP (seriously), it’s this shared feeling of mortification and anxiety I’m causing.…
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13, Nov., 1990
It’s raining outside and I just finished my chores. Seems only fitting to dive back into my unsent teenage love letters. When we last left Little Pam (LP), she had found a new fixation on which to Velcro her weepy heart. Five days later, she grabbed a red pen and then this happened. 13, Nov.,…
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8 Nov 1990
I don’t even have an introduction to this because I’m just so… in awe of how much passionate heartache I was capable of feeling all by myself. Oh, man. Here we go. 8 Nov 1990 It doesn’t matter what I try to do. Every time I try to do something you start to take control…
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1 Oct. 1990
So I found this stack of letters I never sent from twenty years ago that appear to chronicle a month-long, rather one-sided relationship I had with a boy who may or may not have ever known that I thought I was in love with him. This would be a good segue to explain why I…
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no great genius
I just found an Internet review of my first novel, Why Girls Are Weird, that may be my favorite blurb of all time: “it’s a simply written book of no great genius, but i lost count how many times i was laughing out loud. very entertaining.” My work here is done!
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Oh, and also:
For you Facebook people, I’ve got a page for writing updates and such. It’s called a fan page, but that makes me feel like we’re on the back pages of Tiger Beat. …which I’m cool with as long as we’re all at the same slumber party.
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car alarm.
So, the other day I was driving down the street thinking to myself, “I don’t normally drive on this street at this hour.” This causes me to do that thing where I think about quantum physics and parallel universes, how right now in theory there’s a me driving down Hillhurst, but there’s still a me…