June 2011
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I have garlic scapes, swiss chard, zucchini, fava beans amongst other wonderful produce in my fridge from my first CSA pick-up and I am sitting here eating potato chips…
But anyway, t’s almost the 4th! I am leaving to go see fireworks in Astoria Park with the neighbors. Wee…
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My (now) sixteen year old cousin and I at 5...
Me: I feel like I am going to throw up.... and all my internal organs are going to fall out...
Jess: Have you been drinking?
Me: Only alcohol...
Jess: Well then... I have... no... idea... why... you... feel that way...
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Breckin Meyer and Mark-Paul Gosselaar —what more can a girl ask for?
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I wish I knew how to distill the interaction between my best friend and I into some sort of cohesive writing. There’s so much that that’s so beautiful and common. The back-and-forth. HOW it happens. If only I could articulate that I would be able to write the Great American Novel…
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Me & my fifteen year old cousin...
Me: I love you, do you love me?
Jess: are you intoxicated?
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There’s a wino in my neighborhood that looks a little like Jimmy Stewart.
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I mean, come on… He’s perfect.
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