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Dear Lord, I’m a goob

Just found out that last year I was entitled to five days of sweet, succulent vacation time, which can’t be rolled over into the next year unless you use it in the first quarter, which, for those of you keeping score at home, ended last month. Bwah! The good news is, I think I have another week to burn this year, when I thought I only had one. Story developing …

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Meet the parents

It’s possible that my parents might come visit this weekend. This is a major development. I have lived in Memphis for more than a year and they haven’t been to visit me where I live a single time. They have, however, come to the Elton John and Toby Keith concerts (both times they came by the office to visit me for a few minutes while I was at work), and my mom briefly stopped by…

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Meeting people is easy

Yesterday I had lunch with a new co-worker (of course I took her to Mezcal) and ended up spending the rest of the day with her, hanging out and talking. She’s super nice, and I think she was just happy to get out of her apartment and hang out with someone other than her two cats. She doesn’t really know anyone here and her husband won’t move up here from Texas until next month. I…

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I am a domestic goddess

That’s not true. If ever there was proof that female genitals don’t automatically make you Susie Homemaker, I’m it. So, hooray: 1. I cooked lunch yesterday — beef taco salad, again — and it was much better than the first time I tried my hand at it. And it got Phil’s seal of approval, so it had to be decent. 1. I bought some more plants (three alien-looking Bromelia variations and one small, leafy, hot…

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File under: ‘Dreams I’d Like Never To Have Again’

All this rape and brutality talk lately has me on edge. Like Aunt B said, things are fucked up between the sexes. And she’s not talking about in a Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus kind of way. Last night, right before bed, I was watching the news (perhaps a bad move on my part). I can’t even remember what I saw, but I remember that it hurt, and it made me despair…

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