Author: Pamie
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Interview with a Blabbermouth
someone should just stop me I was interviewed today for an article on online journals. I can only imagine it will turn out looking something like this: She’s Not So Hot: Meeting Pamie She answered the door with her hair still wet and a cigarette in her right hand. Her giant cats were tangled around…
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Follow Me.
because my emotions are just ripping around here. I’m in the wrong business. I know that. I can’t help it. I hate it and I love it, and I know that I have some things to work out for myself. I’m getting ahead of myself.
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Whhhe-hew.
i think my eyelids just melted. (Spoilers inside for High Fidelity, so watch out.) Hot. Not like, “Oh, it’s warm outside, you might want to put on some shorts and sandals.” It’s like, “What are you doing wearing clothes, are you crazy?” hot. Hot. HOT. They (and I love calling them ‘They,’ by the way)…
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Shh.
i don’t know. I was just sitting here typing when I heard Eric’s voice. It’s on the television. He’s doing these cable commercials now for their cable modem service. It’s a bit jolting. It sounds like he’s in the other room asking me to buy something. The commercial makes me giggle, because he’s so damn…
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Victoria's Secret?
no boobs I’ve been thinking about getting a new car. Because that’s crazy talk, I instead fixed the AC in my car, and then went clothes shopping. Here’s the deal: I really hate buying bras. First of all, I think they are just way too expensive. You can buy ten pairs of panties for the…
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Can She Get Me a Friend?
veruca salt ain’t got nothing on me. There is a knot in my back. Right by my shoulder blade. I really, really, really need a massage therapist. Sometimes I take a look around at my friends and realize that I’m missing some important people in my life. Some of my friends are just standing around…
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It Never Fails
explaining my late update I get sick every single time I travel to Connecticut. I don’t know why. This has happened since I was a little girl. So, today, I’m sick. Some kind of chest-cold thing that makes me talk like I’m Christopher Reeve. I start talking and then I run out of breath and…
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Packing
and my dad calls Well, it was bound to happen. Squishy has officially outgrown its britches, and I’m moving the site to a new webhosting company, with more space. Because of this, at some point next week the mail server might go down for a little while, or depending on InterNIC, it might be a…