Nancy? Gretchen? McGuinn? Every woman in my life who isn't Emmy or Pam or Marsha or Margaret? This one's for you.

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I get so down around the Holidays. By around the Holidays I mean the entire space between my birthday and Christmas day.

That's the excuse I'm using for my lack of interest in this scrapbook. Hell, that's the excuse I'm using for my lack of interest in everything.

I haven't found any other good clippings to arrange into this thing, yet. I'm kinda scared to touch some of the magazines layin' about. I did see somethin' about the Stones on an open page of one. Freakin' out about the whole country direction they've started to take ( Read more... )

I overheard it, today, outside my room. Or maybe I just imagined it. It's always been an unkind term. But it's really fucking upsetting to hear the words "loony bin" especially, now. It places a bunch of people who might be freaks, longhairs, straightlaced, into a category not of their own. It's just a new category forceably formed for the ( Read more... )