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Aerial Farm Suddenly I was all alone with Mustache Man as we made our way back towards the buildings. “You know, I was more familiar with the older siblings, but I remember your Mom, too. I don’t think she remembers me. We didn’t really interact. I was scared to death of her, honestly.” Welcome to the club, buddy. Rocco [...] Back In the Day I’ve been thinking quite a bit about the old Middleton farm the past several days. I think it has a little something to do with all the fun and exciting veggies showing up at the Hoboken Farmers market. (Note: I suspect I incite great jealousy lugging my giant stalks of brussel sprouts [...] Rocco: I don’t feel well. Me: Did you eat a bunch of shit at the game? Rocco: Nope. I had a cheese steak…oh, and a cheese burger…and many beers. Me: That sounds like a bunch of shit to me. Rocco: But I didn’t eat any [...] Um. Just a quick note. Iv been yammering about this Cinderella thing enough that I thought I should represent a little – so here are some quick snaps. But first… Here are a few things I left out of the WW1 tirade. Each is a fascinating phenomenon –but you’ll have to look them up yourself. Pinard Anyway [...] Sometimes I'm just plum giddy over the nifty things my friends do. What a mess o' rock stars. # I’m not sleeping so well these days. You’d think the cooler nights and increased consumption of wine the past two weeks would have me sleeping like a baby, but no! Seems I keep having these weird, horrible nightmares – and they’re always about my mouth. I think it’s Rocco’s fault of course. (It’s always easier to blame [...] Brain. Not working. For shit, today. In fact, my head actually hurts from heavy brain. I started about four different potential posts this morning only to repeatedly get lost in verb conjugation. I also can’t stop singing “All the Single Ladies” in my head. Are the two directly related? Can’t tell ya. I like Beyonce an awful lot when my [...] Off The Grid & ARE YOU READY FOR WWI? Off The Grid * WWI * Nonfiction & C 11:59 Update Off The Grid I was out with a few girlfriends last night and somehow the conversation turned to brown liquor. Most likely, I was bitching about Rocco and his stinky peaty scotch that inspires me to dry heave. The only brown liquor I’ve ever been able to stomach is Southern Comfort. I’m pretty sure growing up in North Carolina; you [...] Me: I don’t know how to break this to you. Thom: What? Me: I don’t want you to get too upset. Thom: What? Me: This news could alter your life forever. Thom (yawning): What? Me: Your future husband… Thom: Um. Me: …my adorable brother-in-law-to-be… Thom: Elly, I’m still not gay. Me: …the queen of your dreams… Thom: Seriously…again with this? I know you always wanted a sister [...] |
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