Category: Pamie
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the perks.
The first pass pages just arrived of Why Moms Are Weird. This is the first time it really looks like a book, with justified margins and special fonts for the chapter headings, and a dedication all in bold. This is when I somehow get even more nervous, because that means it’s only a few short…
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It’s Still Too Soon To Tell This Story
Driving home tonight, I thought about Mardi Gras in Austin, and how it’s been a while since I’ve celebrated Fat Tuesday. In the South, there are days leading up to it with anticipation — the food, the beads, the planned parties. There was a time when New Orleans made it illegal to go topless (is…
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rufus–CHUCK.
This morning, in the shower, where I get a lot of important thinking done, I thought to myself: “Well, if James the cop knows Chuck and Rufus, I’m surprised he didn’t say anything to Gwendolyn when they were in the back of Parjay’s together, and spotted Sylvester enter with Cathy. Unless her crusty Mary wig…
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updating without a story, just facts
This is an entry purely because you have been emailing frequently (and wonderfully, thank you) to inquire about Taylor and other things that have been going on. Taylor is sacked out next to me looking quite happy. We won’t test him again for another month — the vet wants to see if the DM special…
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I Guess That’s How The Kids Are Talking These Days.
“The first rule is, you can’t cut a single word,” Heilbron says of the 42-minute sordid suite, which he decided to stage after receiving a DVD copy last Christmas. “I knew I had to learn it, I knew I had to make it better,” he says with that particularly modern mix of sarcasm and sincerity.…
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regulating
I don’t think I can accurately describe how much cat puke I just picked up. It’s one in the morning. I’m currently staring at Taylor, watching him drink water, waiting to make sure he’s not about to go into some kind of seizure. At my last job there were many new parents, the kind who…
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office mates
I used to be very shy. A quiet girl who liked to read books and stay out of the way. I wrote a lot of stories to entertain myself, and I wrote them from inside a walk-in closet because I’m a dork. I avoided making new friends because I knew I’d end up moving, and…
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Why My Brain Is Mad At Me
I used to think knowing all the words to “It’s The End of the World As We Know It (And I Feel Fine)” was an interesting fun fact/party trick. But now that I know more than four full chapters of “Trapped In the Closet,” I kind of want to kill myself. But it’s all in…
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Only in Los Angeles…
… will you find yourself in Silverlake, driving behind a car with the license plate that reads “IM PUCK.” Which immediately makes you: A) Pretty sure you know exactly who’s behind the wheel even though– B) You’ve never met this person and it– C) Makes you want to get out of the car at the…