Category: Pamie
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ticket to ride
pamie gets her motor runnin’ Yesterday I did something I’ve never done before. I drove a race car.
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oh, baby baby
she’s just a baby Because it’s about time I talked about her. Because I’m tired of hearing about her. Because I can’t get her damn song out of my head. I shall share my pain with you. This pain is known as Britney Spears.
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needing some neosporin
martha stewart, i’m not We got new sheets this weekend. I was tired of flannel sheets. I was tired of the way they collected hair and lint and fur and little bits of black things that I didn’t want to reflect on. I was tired of sweating during my naps. I was tired of feeling…
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kids and violence
it’s not just after school anymore My high school years were easy. I’m just saying this now, so that if I have kids someday and they are in high school and they start talking about their day I never say to them, “Oh, it’s just high school. Everyone goes through it. It’s nothing. You think…
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babies and drugs
i’m all weepy again I’m home today. I crawled over to the computer to do this. You see, I have learned that as wonderful as my new allergy medicine is (and check out their website— it’s pretty scary), it causes terrible pain once a month. Not that I wasn’t already in pain, but now it’s…
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jock talk
the truth about sports (time: yesterday afternoon. place: bedroom) [scripty] PAMIE Well, when do we have to get back from lunch? ERIC What do you mean? PAMIE So you can watch the game. ERIC What game? PAMIE You said you wanted to watch basketball today, I was just wondering when we had to be back.…
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a small tour
and a welcome I don’t usually post on the weekends, but for those of you who are new to the site: welcome. Just a few things: Eric is my boyfriend. Taylor is my cat. (It’s easy to get them confused in the stories if you don’t know that going in.) If you know me and…