Angela
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Reading Harry Potter at 30
I must confess something. This might come to some of you as surprise, but I’ve never read a single Harry Potter book before. Ever. I’ve also never seen a single one of the films in completion—Jessica, when we were together, convinced me twice to see the first movie after it came out on DVD and Continue reading
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The Bourbon Marshmallow Bacon S’more Experience
Sometime ago, I happened upon a s’mores post on How Sweet It Is offering up 13 recipes on the gooey-goodness. Of course, I happened upon the page while I was “working” at the front desk instead of “working” in the stacks like the good book slave I am. And of course, my coworkers, let’s call Continue reading
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“I’m not gonna teach him how to dance, dance, dance”
Last night, I compiled my fourth playlist since I started up again. The soundtrack to a fake romantic comedy about a girl who works as a barista. Inspired by nothing and everything. I made two copies. One for Angela (I promised her one way before it ever came to fruition), and one for me. A Continue reading
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“Help me start to heal”
I refuse to remain in regrets To pander like a slave to your wants No contrition from me will you get No submission to dilettantes (No) I’ve existed too long in secrets I have lived like a man confined Epicene and elaborate Fatalistic and resigned (No) A momentary lapse of the ground I gained the Continue reading
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“You find your demon’s your best friend”
Depression’s heavy. Cinder blocks lined on your shoulders heavy. Beached whale heavy. Burden-laden, love-ridden, endless insomniac nighttime, television watching heavy. I lost myself in the rows of gravestones looking for his, Teddy’s–a high school friend who died before graduation. Izzy wanted to visit the cemetery, and since they have no dead relatives they knew or Continue reading
Chapin City Blues 