May 2012
May 18th
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May 18th
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May 18th
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May 18th
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May 18th
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Me: So we're celebrating my birthday when I get back on the 27th. You better get me something awesome before then.
Sis: Alright.
Me: And yes, I do expect to be purchasing your alcohol from now on.
Sis: Good, because I've been buying from someone named "Breezy Johnston".
May 18th
sorry, self, for party rocking. 
May 13th
May 11th
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May 11th
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May 10th
May 10th
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May 10th
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May 10th
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May 10th
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May 10th
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May 10th
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May 8th
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May 8th
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May 8th
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May 8th
May 7th
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May 7th
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May 7th
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May 7th
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May 7th
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May 6th
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May 5th
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May 4th
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bad day. 
May 2nd
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May 2nd
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May 1st
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my friends
B: Guess what I just ordered.
N: Bread?
B: What? No. How would I order bread?
N: Bread?
B: No! I already said it's not bread. I ordered a kiddie pool.
N: A kitty pool for Marcel?!
May 1st
May 1st
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May 1st
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May 1st
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May 1st
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April 2012
Apr 30th
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Apr 28th
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Apr 28th
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Apr 28th
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Apr 27th
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Apr 27th
Apr 27th
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Apr 26th
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Apr 26th
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Apr 26th
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I got Oliver when I was 6 years old. He was tiny, a bright blue-eyed, fluffy seal-point balinese. He grew quickly, and a lot, until my tiny arms could barely carry him, his legs dangling like a stuffed animal. He never minded. He never minded the doll clothes, or the sticky hands of my baby sister ruffling his fur. I became used to sleeping with his loud purr rumbling at the foot of my bed, or...
Apr 26th
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In the maze of the windowless antique mall, I can run away, to leaf through the dusty records, the old postcards. I like to read them, to wonder about the sender and recipient, probably long dead. But now, briefly, our lives collide as I read the short messages, hellos to mothers, sisters, friends. How did these exchanges end up here, 40 years later, 50 cents each, thrown into a box? Buddy Holly...
Apr 24th
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“But you won’t spend the money and you won’t take the train So...”
– Woods
Apr 24th