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Our advisory council has been warning us about dreamblogging, telling us that if we persist we must at least make a new category, T.A.D.L.A.R. (obvs), to warn readers of its mind-numbing content. Well, I’m not in the category-birthing spirit right now, but I must recount LAST NIGHT’S DREAM.
Jemaine from Flight of the Conchords said he […]
I go where I’m led
Just in time for a subtropical storm by the name of Gabrielle.
XXX.
We’ll get our snakeskin somewhere else
Last night I was excited to share my World Experiences and called my new boyfriend from Sao Paulo.
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I’m back, and people have been asking me how my vacation was.
The vacation I remember: a series of cloudy days interwoven with existential angst, unwelcome childhood memories, and my mom.
The vacation Sidekick remembers:
I’m gonna go with the latter. It was sweet, y’all!
Summer Proper
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Farewell for a week!
Mr. Pistol and I are off to Florida for a double-date vacation with Firecracker and her dude, the future Mr. Cracker. (Heh.)
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