Tag: Moving
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This looks the same to you…
But it’s very different for me. You see, I’m writing this post on my fancy new computer that I bought because I get to write another fancy book for Downtown Press. I haven’t bought a computer since I was a junior in college. My ancient iMac kept crashing (and doesn’t travel well), and my dad’s…
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“Benny Wants to See the Movie Too.”
I’m off to see Austin Powers in Goldmember in a few hours. I really hope it doesn’t suck. Most likely it won’t, right? And the soundtrack will probably be good, right? I wanted to add a sidenote to the MTV entry from the other day. How is it possible that the Basement Jaxx didn’t get…
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Late at Night
I am restless. Restless. Nothing sounds interesting. I tried watching television. Reruns. I tried reading my book. Short stories of Dorothy Parker just aren’t grabbing my attention tonight. I worked out. I cooked dinner. I cleaned. I took out the trash. I’m listening for the neighbors, at this point.
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Paper Trail
out of control. I spent all day finishing up my recap for Gilmore Girls, which is up. If you hate waiting around to read about notification on the new Gilmores here, you can always sign up for the mailing list at MBTV. Then I did some phone calls, had lunch/dinner, had more phone calls, opened…
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The Bath
She turned on the water. It was a bathtub she hadn’t used before, in a bathroom she was still getting accustomed to. It’s bigger than her old one. It’s bigger, in fact, than any bathroom she’d had since she was sharing a dorm bathroom with ten other girls. It was colder than she was used…
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It's Been Busy
welcome to the hotel california Perhaps I should explain life with Ray and that will explain why I haven’t written since Thursday. Actually, once I explain, then perhaps you’ll understand why the last entry was filled with typos. Wednesday we arrived with Chris. Chris stayed until Saturday morning. We all slept on the hardwood floor,…
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California
welcome to my new life We’re all here. We’re safe. The cars made it. So much has happened over the past three days that I’m not really sure how to sort it all out into readable bits and pieces. It’s still hitting me in waves of emotion. Moments and emotions and memories all flooding in…
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The Old Apartment
this is where we used to live Okay. It’s empty. And I don’t really know what to say. I’m here in my empty apartment. We had lunch at one of our favorite restaurants. We took pictures. We’ve had several parties. We had a nice packing party last night where everyone came over and helped finish…
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The Pouty Princess
roasted and toasted Oh, people. I’ve got good friends. I know I have good friends because they said nice things about me last night and made sure I had things to drink and brought gifts and the meanest thing someone could come up with about is is that we’re bad tippers. To be honest, Eric…