Month: March 2000
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goodbye, gramma.
Yesterday, my grandmother, Gramma with the Puppies as I knew her, passed away. She had been very sick. And today my mommy is very, very sad. I had not seen my grandmother in a very long time. What I remember of her is filled with a childhood awe of a woman who showers you with…
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serious talk.
over a cigarette. or nine. [scripty] BOY Can I ask you a question? PAMIE Sure. BOY Do I look like a geek to you? PAMIE What do you mean? BOY Like… am I overly-geek? PAMIE I think you’re an okay level of geek. BOY Are you sure? PAMIE Pretty sure. BOY Like, what’s an okay…
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return to sender
there’s no key to send back. It’s bad enough that everyone I know is going though or coming out of some sort of break-up or loss in their lives that makes everything so sad and scary. But yesterday things went officially TOO FAR. I’m getting break-up letters from companies. Corporations are trying to break-up with…
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things we said today
stuff i want them to take back and things i want to keep hearing forever. I’ve been thinking about the voices in my head lately, the ones who have said things in the past that I’ve never forgotten. To clear up some space for some new voices, I have decided to write these down and…
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i've got a nice beat, and you can bug out to me.
i just never took it so literally. Ugh! Ih! Ih! Ih! I should just go home right now. I need to go home and start my weekend and just get a whole bunch of work done and pretend that the past five minutes didn’t just happen because they have been too damaging. Yih! I went…
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an open letter to sally jesse raphael.
single mother searching for aspirin, cigarettes Dear Sally Jessie Raphael, Somehow over the past few months I’ve become a mother. Not like a “Pamie’s pregnant! Call the press!” kind of mother, but I am very much in charge of these two cats that live in my apartment. I have two cats, Sally. One is five…
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things i'd rather be doing today
and introducing the cute single boy of the week eating ice cream. feeding someone ice cream. getting a pedicure. getting a haircut. letting someone wash my hair. taking a really long nap followed by a really good stretch. The kind where your toes touch one end of the bed and your fingertips touch the other.…
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Bowling for Love
the special late-night Sunday entry The weather has completely changed over the past two days and it’s making me feel strange. That and I had stopped dry cleaning my sweaters because I thought I didn’t need them anymore and Cal totally puked in my favorite blue one that I’ll probably never wear again. [db] That’s…