Laura was 22; Scott and I were 20. We lived together lived together in a three-bedroom apartment in Allston, near the Common Ground (at that time, it was called the Allston Ale House - the name changed after a body was found in the dumpster on Super Bowl Sunday - he had been sexually assaulted and murdered over a Super Bowl pool win, worth about $ ( Read more... )

Laura and I lived above another group of students. We knew John from our college theatre group, and got to know the other three (two other guys and a girl, whose names escape me). They were smart summer session kids, who supported their drug habit by selling small amounts of weed to their friends. They didn't want to turn a huge profit, they just ( Read more... )

I've been thinking a lot about my roommate Laura lately. She represents such an insane time in my life. So, I figure, rather than let these things stew in my head, causing me to eventually break down and cry, I'm just going to tell the stories here.

( In the summertime....and it rolled! )

I look at my body, how I'm made up, and think about how much that contributes to my actual personality. I've realized this most recently, as health issues have come up that almost make me laugh ( Read more... )

It popped into my head today. I kind of love this song - it's groovy to sing.

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( until your guilt goes up in flames. )

I like to end my weekends at a bar downtown (whose name I'll keep quiet for now), for a few very specific reasons:

1) Local, very mixed crowd - old, young, black, white, gay, straight; and all very chill.
2) Lots of TVs showing sporting events.
3) Sweet bartenders that tend not to charge me for half my drinks (see, I don't want to out them and then ( Read more... )

Most of you have read the blog post that's currently making the rounds, about a mother, her five year old son, and a Daphne costume at school.   Her post filled me with pride, not just as a woman, but as a child of freak-accepting parents.

My parents (otherwise known as M & D) didn't look like crazy hippie types. In fact, they were quite the ( Read more... )

When I made my way to Sautee, GA this past weekend to see the Indigo Girls show, I had no idea how different things would be. The Sautee Jamboree is a yearly fundraiser for the Historical Society. The site was the size of a softball field, with a ramshackle stage built within a small barn. The box office was three ladies who looked up our names on ( Read more... )

I kinda love this song. It's got interesting, understated harmonies. the melody line is simple, yet not stale. I dunno. I just dig it.  Enjoy and have a great weekend, friends.

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( oh, my love, you don't even know )

Yesterday, I did two things ( Read more... )