Category: Pamie
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Dear R Kelly…
You might be aware of how your fans feel about your recent work, but I bet you rarely get the chance to see people watch your brilliant Trapped In the Closet series. So I present to you: the moment just after the last word in Chapter Nine:
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go read stee
I’m very lucky to be staffed right now. I say that a lot, because I don’t want people to think for a second that I don’t know how lucky I am to be staffed right now.
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11/11: Make a Wish
Hmm… I think this episode might air a week later than this site thinks. I’ll keep you posted. The point is: My name will be on my TiVo…next to the word “Oprah.” It’s like every word I’ve ever written was all leading to this one moment. It’s very exciting. Gayle is very nice and tall…
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writer’s ear + office ass = runner’s tears
Well, it’s official. Lately when I order my coffee from whichever boy is behind the counter that day, he calls me by my name and makes a joke about either my current order, or one I’ve had before. I’ve never had a coffee shop where people know me by name. This means I have logged…
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Sometimes Dan and I are sharing a couch.
As we were a few nights ago, bored with an episode of Gilmore Girls. So bored, in fact, that one of us pretended to be asleep, head thrown violently back, throat full of sound.
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Dear Pamie…
[readermail] First I would like to apologize in advance for my poor English; it is at best my second language so errors are bound to happen. You’ve written about Katrina and Tsunami disaster urging people to help and I would be very grateful if you could do the same for the victims of Pakistan, India…
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this is a reminder to myself
This entry is for me. I don’t want to forget today, as I’m home now, thinking about everything that happened that led me to here. I wake up in this house that is mine, that I own, with my husband. He lets me sleep in. I get to work early. I drink coffee. Email. More…
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It’s Not A Phobia If It’s Rational
I don’t like dolls. I’m not going to freak out around your Barbie, but if you’ve got one of those old-timey, eyes shut when you lower it, hair like Firestarter dolls, then I’m not going to stay in the same room with it. It’s that simple. My semi-pediophobia comes from a very real place, and…
