Category: Pamie
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size does matter
i just want to impress you with my length When I was younger I remember daytime television being really interesting. I could watch five consecutive hours of talk shows. Now I couldn’t sit through five minutes of Sally or ten minutes of Ricki before I started looking around the house for something to do. So,…
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the sounds of silence
and the madness in my head So, I’m at home. And I’m not allowed to talk. Whenever I do talk, you can only hear a little whisper coming out of me. I feel like the Godfather. Everyone has to lean in to hear me. I’m tired of it, though. I miss my voice. I miss…
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the road to insanity
has Vincent Gallo for a tour guide Still here. Can you believe it? I neither killed nor was killed yesterday. And I think there were a few moments there last night were Eric and I were seriously reconsidering the fact that we only have one couch, and one bed.
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the handshake
or, how i won five dollars and changed my life I saw Chicago yesterday. Keep in mind I’ve been waiting to see this musical for twenty years, and in my head it is a very lavish and incredible piece of theatre. Somehow it got a bit lost in the translation. I love the first act…
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denouement
just before i call my mother. So, the letter. What happened with yesterday’s letter? I got another one, about five hours later:
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chicks dig me
must be my golden voice… or my girlish charm I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. My life is never boring. Last night, I became Madonna. I’m not really sure when it happened, or how it happened… okay I guess in retrospect I can see sorta how it happened, but I’m getting ahead…
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here’s juice in your eye
and voices in my head. Last night Eric and I were eating at Denny’s. I was watching him squeeze his lemon into his iced tea when I remembered something from a while ago.