Month: June 2009
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Alas
I’m back. I didn’t mean to be gone so long…I went to the beach time forgot and in the whole town, apparently there is one internet connection and all the damn kids were on it. Notes. I owned the sun, bitches. And then I got a cold and now the Universe owns me and I’m…
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ML Needs More Advice, Dearest
Questions for the masses, specifically you, dear reader: Do you think it’s acceptable to have an irrational urge to have an Airman? Why do guys who are available make me uneasy? What are human pets? Can you motivate me to lose weight? I’m getting chunky. My mother said so.* Black is the best fair-weather non-color…
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Giving Away
I wrote this some time ago about the heat of texting I sometimes feel. It’s a love/hate relationship I have with technology, though I can admit underneath it all, it has nothing to do with technology. (Note: I feel as though I might have posted this before but my glance-through revealed nothing…but I didn’t look…
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Consequences of a Diss
For the record, Bryan was supposed to read his poetry at 3:15. I was in town by 2:45 when he texted me and was like, “well, it’s done and you’re a sorry excuse for a medicated lady,” which was a bit harsh but he was a diva at a gay pride event so I give him…
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Olden Times
I’m not sure anyone will necessarily think this is funny but it amused me. If you want a good time, go back to your old emails and read them. Share them. To: MedicatedLady From: Poeticgrin Date: 2/21/05 MEMO: It has come to my attention that some members of this staff feel that it is professional…
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Run-ons
Of late, it’s been all gloomy skies and admittedly even gloomier than I care for. I am looking forward to the weekend. Last week was rough on every front. This week has been an exercise in survival (I’ve been running a week-long program for a group of high school students), but I am patting myself…
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swallow
I swallow a deep sob because some things are best swallowed. That’s not dirty, swallowing. Take it down, your medicine. Kind words make me sad because I can feel the hard edges of them. I can feel the tenderness of my own soul, and I wish I was just a hair harder. Which makes no…
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time spent
bored not hurting anybody scrolling through the numbers in my phone I saw the name had forgotten the name already was surprised it was there in my phone when she no longer is here on earth I pressed delete before I could think too much time spent thinking how long will it…
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