Category: Blog
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loop de love
longing to be amusement park trash I was reading Love, Curiosity, Freckles and Doubt this morning and she was talking about roller coasters. I love roller coasters. I really do. I love amusement parks. I love everything about them. I love getting my scaredy-cat friends on roller coasters. Having moved around so much as a…
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celebrity
rubbing elbows and heads with fame Sometimes your weekend is filled with little things you don’t want to forget. This weekend was full of little bits of fame, cleverly disguised as a normal weekend. They seem like little stories that you remember to tell every once in a while, but for me, they were bigger…
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ring, ring
why this entry will be short Eric’s phone has its own ring. We really only have one phone, but when Eric moved in he didn’t want to lose his phone number, because “that’s how everyone knows how to reach him.” I think it’s his way of holding on to the last parts of his single…
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caffeinated dreams
i didn’t even get to throw the bouquet Okay, that’s it. I’m not drinking Red Bull before a show any longer.
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chihuahuas can talk
and other things i learned from my grandmother It occurs to me that I’ve never mentioned my grandmother. I think this is because it may take a while to tell you everything. This weekend my mom was up for Mother’s Day, and she went to see our play (Austinites! Only two weeks left to see…
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lost
music, panties, rushmore, and shel In honor of the “lost” Beatles song that has been uncovered and is scheduled to be released this summer for some sort of Yellow Submarine hype, I’ve decided to uncover lost Squishy entries– entries that never saw it to the website for one reason or another. Sometimes I never finished…
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concept piece
why we’re brilliant Eric has come up with a new pill that you can take to get you out of uncomfortable situations with your significant other. The concept of the pill is that as soon as you say something that you shouldn’t have, or you dig yourself in a hole, your body instantly shuts itself…
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the name game
how i became pamie My name was almost Amanda. That’s what my mother wanted to name me. Amanda. Well, maybe I would have been called Mandy. I knew a few Amandas growing up, one of which got the horrible nickname “May-May.” (I’ve lived in the deep south, as you can see). My father was the…
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traffic talk
why i shouldn’t be left alone for long periods of time setting: pamie’s brain. Yesterday afternoon. place: her car, stuck in a traffic jam time: just after work. Man. It’s hot. It’s really hot. Just in here, though. I have got to get my air conditioning fixed. I can’t believe I went through the entire…