Category: Blog
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i lived with john travolta
and why i hate samantha mathis I’ve lived with many famous people. It’s not something well known, and not something I brag about. Okay, I rarely tell a soul. Because if I tell you why or how I lived with these people, you may leave. Or at least laugh. But I want to be honest…
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she’s not there
family status report You guys really are the best. Thank you for all of your kind words and thoughts and prayers. Quite a few of you have sent me the above picture. It made me smile. It’s quiet here at my house. It’s very strange. Eric is at work, so it’s just me and Taylor. …
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and i love her
NOTE: Please don’t read this if needles and sick cats and horrible things make you squeamish. Lillith had stopped eating Sunday. We couldn’t get her to take food from us like she usually would, and I was forcing vitamins down her with a syringe. We thought maybe it was a one shot deal.
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shopping in hell
and living in squalor This weekend Eric and I decided that no matter what happened we were going to spend part of the weekend shopping. Which is exactly what we did.
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lame ass entry
but i included some photos! Last night’s rehearsal was like being in the Blair Witch Project. Have I mentioned that we rehearse at the State Hospital? People tell stories of patients wandering the area at night, but I tend to think that’s all myth. What is true, however, is that sometimes my brain sees people…
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lack of focus
no one ever asks my opinion “Who are these people?” Eric asked yesterday on the phone. “My readers.” “Like fan mail?” “I guess.”
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i’m not proud
confessions and pathetic whining I had a new experience two days ago. I have not written about it before because I don’t really understand it, and I am a bit ashamed. Mortified, really. Okay, I’ll just fess up. Here goes:
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i’m just sayin’
outing my evil undead co-workers I work with vampires. I really am convinced that I work in a building covered in vampires. I always had my suspicions, but lately it’s gotten out of hand and I can no longer ignore the fact that my building is inhabited with the undead.
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to whom it may concern
catching up on my mail Dear Eric, I am quickly starting to notice that it feels like I don’t have weekends anymore. I rehearse every day and perform in the evenings. Basically I now have a few hours on the weekends where the only difference in my day is I’m not at work but I’m…