Darn, darn, darn, darn. I'm so awake. Darn. Darn. Darn.
Rats. Anger. Sigh. Now what.
Curb Girl: what an urban-based accidental journalist accidentally thinks when she's falling face-first on figurative pavement
Curb Girl: what an urban-based accidental journalist accidentally thinks when she's falling face-first on figurative pavement
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Let's try Edith Wharton.
O.K. You let me know how that turns out.
PS, neighbor car ain't going anyplace (yet). She better be driving soon. She needs a better winter hobby. 6:30 on a workday is passably necessary. But not 5:30 on Saturday for snow you can blow off the sidewalk with your mouth.
she has an ocd, it's a handicap. read inauguration poem by e.alexander once or twice and you'll be asleep before you know it.
MV, why are you up at 6:30 on saturday? ps, your post on impeachment, etc. was good. i didn't feel like commenting after 20 others / what's the point / there are things to parse, but no matter. it would be interesting to clear out everyone ever tinged with corruption. we'd be left with virtually no one.
the 'lies my teacher told me' books are a good start on peeling the rosy paint off of u.s. history.
T, I am working today, but I am always up early anyway :-). If you didn't get upset with my last post, I'll try better on Monday :-),but I appreciate a compliment.
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