Archive for October, 2005

between me and the cleaning lady….

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okay i made it. events tonight: cleaning lady scared the bejesus outta me…. and… well that’s about it. there’s really not much on tv (without cable) at this hour. lots of ads for phone chats, skin creams and vaccuums. i have been a google master. i have played Word Mojo. i’m ready to pass out. […]

forward-looking statements

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picture yourself swimming in an ocean a million miles from nowhere and the nearest phone… at work, watching CSI on this little white 15″ TV/VCR combo unit. It looks as though it would be at home in a 12 year old girl’s bedroom where she can watch tapes of Backstreet Boys: Behind the Music while […]

are you frickin' kidding me?

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Laura never ceases to leave sugary treats on my desk. okay that sounds somewhat rude and somewhat…appetizing. nothing like sitting at work at 10 o’clock in the morning with the sweet, glossy, chewy scent of gummi-cherries, worms and bears floating around your workspace. We’re in the middle of our “busy season” right now. meaning, no […]

i still think about elmo

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driving through connecticutt in my rented mitzubishi lancer, listening to holly. fall reminds me of boston. reminds me of new england…reminds me that i wasn’t supposed to drive my rental car out of new england – while i was headed towards Vassar in upstate new york. boston in the fall is gorgeous. fall in vancouver […]

the trojan classic

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long time no blog! i’m still trying to make things look pretty and nice looking and beckified so bear with me. although i’m not really sure who i’m talking to at this point, maybe my sister? who reads this stuff anyway ๐Ÿ˜‰ someone in my office was listening to blink 182 this morning, i felt […]

just remember to mind the gap

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I was only in London for 3 days in the fall of 2003. I was living in Boston (London Junior) and ‘crossed the pond’ to visit Michelle, who had been living there several months, working at the BBC. I walked around for hours on end every day in the rain with no umbrella and no […]