Posted on December 4, 2008 by Aunt B.
1. To the person searching for “can you love a man like a poem,” the answer is no. Okay, maybe. Sigh. It depends on the man. It depends on the poem.
2. I’m glad to see this, but does it really take physically forcing people to talk to ordinary people for them to get that blowing [...]
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Posted on December 4, 2008 by Aunt B.
Okay, so does that mean we’re going to the annual music issue this annus?
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Posted on December 4, 2008 by Aunt B.
What seven weird things do you people not already know about me?! Do you not read me? But if both Beth and Jim are telling me to come up with some, dang it, I’ll come up with some.
1. I have a jar full of fingernail and toenail clippings. It’s gross, but I can’t bring myself [...]
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Posted on December 4, 2008 by Aunt B.
I’ll admit that I’ve always thought that the orange cat was our most boring pet. The dog is… well, the dog. And unlike the tiny cat, the orange cat cannot vanish like some kind of phantom, he hasn’t taken up residence under the house, he can’t make himself mysteriously have feet of lead which crush [...]
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