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classy blue vodka.
Kathryn called me this morning at 11 or so asking if I wanted to be in a photo shoot for Cin Weekly at the Taft Museum. Having nothing else to do, I said yes. The photographer had us stand at a table and act flirtatious with one another as we drank a strange blue vodka. For our efforts we were both given free passes to the museum and get put on the ( Read more... ) -
a can of worms.
I feel like a fish in a too tiny aquarium. I want to expand my horizons, change my mind, and become that resplendent butterfly fish I know I am deep inside. But I've gotten hopelessly enmeshed in my own poorly woven mental nets. I'm so constrained of late that feel I am actually shrinking, regressing, turning into a cruel amoeboid that knows only ( Read more... ) -
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non-toxic shock.
Yesterday, after conversing with a customer in my line about the myriad benefits of fresh squeezed wheat grass, I decided to have a shot of the aromatic nectar, and see for myself ( Read more... ) -
the spontaneous combustion of john.
My biggest concern right now is that I might lose Amy forever.
She was one of the best friends I'd ever had, and because of my callousness,
I've placed that friendship in peril. I'm an idiot, and I'm sorry.
I'm trying to change.
Amy, just please talk to me.
