Misery loves company and I’m not willing to keep you company.
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Archive for May, 2012|Monthly archive page
backyardigan
In east on 05/14/2012 at 10:24 pm
worked on our yard today. i laid 9 pieces of sod down! m came home and giggled when she found me with shovel, hose and dirt all over.
ps. check out this cool photo blog by 22 year old Taylor Jones called Dear Photograph.
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hello summer
In east on 05/13/2012 at 9:06 pm
this weekend was filled with margarita’s, rooftops, and home depot. and michelle getting locked out of the house twice!
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la belle époque
In east on 05/10/2012 at 1:29 am
All right. I was trying. I said the mountains looked like white elephants. Wasn’t that bright?
Hemingway
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for my Sister, and her Fiancé
In west on 05/10/2012 at 1:17 am
It isn’t possible to love and part. You will wish that it was. You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you. I know by experience that the poets are right: love is eternal.
e.m. forster
To the newly engaged couple,
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WHAT I AM NOT
In west on 05/07/2012 at 11:20 pmMy brother and I used to play a game. I’d point to a chair. “THIS IS NOT A CHAIR,” I’d say. Bird would point to the table. “THIS IS NOT A TABLE.” “THIS IS NOT A WALL,” I’d say. “THAT IS NOT A CEILING.” We’d go on like that. “IT IS NOT RAINING OUT.” “MY SHOE IS NOT UNTIED!” Bird would yell. I’d point to my elbow. “THIS IS NOT A SCRAPE.” Bird would lift his knee. “THIS IS ALSO NOT A SCRAPE!” “THAT IS NOT A KETTLE!” “NOT A CUP!” “NOT A SPOON!” “NOT DIRTY DISHES!” We denied whole rooms, years, weathers. Once, at the peak of our shouting, Bird took a deep breath. At the top of his lungs, he shrieked: “I! HAVE NOT! BEEN! UNHAPPY! MY WHOLE! LIFE!” “But you’re only seven,” I said.
nkrauss
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