Tag: Dork
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Hello. I love you, let me tell you my name
an open letter to Ricky Martin Dear Ricky Martin, Yesterday I was coming home from work and I had a terrible scare. I realized that the entire day yesterday I did not once hear your toe-tapping, butt-shaking, heart-pounding hit “Livin’ La Vida Loca.” How could that be possible? There’s no way that your song could…
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somebody stop me
freaking out over opening night Opening night tonight. Too nervous to do any typing.
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scrub searching
why my toes are lolita red Friday afternoon my copy of City Hunter: The Motion Picture arrived. After the shows we went back to my house for the World Premiere. It was so strange hearing my voice. Sometimes it sounded like me, and other times I was like, “What the hell was I doing there?” …
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big baby
just hand me a pacifier, already I’m in that weird period right now just before everything happens. In two weeks we have a show, and starting this weekend we work more intensely on it, so right now, I’m sort of mulling it through my head preparing the show order and how we’ll do this and…
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self-torture
through my amazing memory There’s a part of my brain that is sectioned off to remember things that hold absolutely no value for me. For some reason, periodically, since I was a child, I’ll be doing the most mundane thing, and my brain will say to me, “I’m going to remember this moment for the…
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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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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…