Miranda
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Did you hear the one about the friend, the Internet friend, and the duck?
Woke up from the strangest dream this morning. Pulled out of it, more like it. Maybe it stemmed from watching The Time Machine right before going to bed. Or perhaps I’m just losing my mind. Both seem like plausible reasons. Anyone ever see that show, Flashforward, before it was canceled? The one where the whole Continue reading
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“Does this sound like a helicopter?”
Oh, I thought you’d still be mine When I kissed you goodbye Oh, and you might be with her But I still had your first. Why was Cher Lloyd allowed to change her clothing on the way to the police station? Someone explain that to me, please. After the earworm has wiggled itself into your Continue reading
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“…holding hands with Eloise…”
And I can’t compete with all you talk about, You’re so informed. Yet, you talk like a lout, you say Yo la Tengo like you’re selling perfume Like a brand new scent for modern men Invented by cartoons. Why must I be the pessimistic romantic? I see the end of a relationship before it starts. Continue reading
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Great Things Are Expected
I let Jyg talk me into eating WingStop last night. And by talk me into it, I mean the following – “Wing Stop?” “Sure.” Long story short, I stay up until three in the morning fighting heartburn. At eight-forty-five, the library called asking if I could report into work by ten. Sure. I mean, I’ve Continue reading
Chapin City Blues 