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Tighty Whities With the Mail

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Also, and Momma Dukes and D can attest to this, while the male undergarments are gone, a single child-size shoe now sits on the mailbox two over from mine. I dunno. Maybe if we all cross our fingers and hope with big hearts an entire wardrobe will eventually be available for anyone checking their mail. I prefer sweaters and green things. Please, no Ugg boots or turtlenecks (feel free to make your own joke about dickies; am I the only one who really calls them that?).

And I swear if I could take your pain
And frame it and hang it on my wall
Maybe you would never have to hurt at all
Painting pictures in red and blue

– “Masterpiece” by Bayside

Written by Paul

October 6, 2008 at 9:20 pm

#376 – Rocky Hike

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Woah! Check out that Schindler’s List usage of color! Hmm. I wonder what it symbolizes? Sacrifice? Despair? Directions? Aqua?

Wow, it’s Friday already. Know what that means, kiddos? Vacation officially begins one week from today. To say I’m beyond excited is…well, it tis what it tis. For now, the weekend consists of two things I absolutely hate doing: getting a haircut and buying a bathsuit. FUN FACT: I have not bought a bathing suit in at least…five years. Gah. I hope y’all are doing something more enjoyable than that. Hmm? Hmm?

Question of the day:
Why on Earth do men think they look good in speedos?

Haven’t you heard it’s a battle of words
The poster bearer cried
Listen son, said the man with the gun
There’s room for you inside

“Us and Them” by Pink Floyd

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June 20, 2008 at 12:00 am

#318 – Marlton Trip

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Shut your mouths, you know you like to put on silly hats in stores just as much.

So I had, yet again, another disturbing dream last night. It has thrown me for a ride, to say the least. It’s not one of my recurring ones (those involve someone shooting me in the stomach), but it does feature the recurring giant-man in it that doesn’t like to speak and would rather spend his time staring me down until I am nothing more than a shriveled piece of pale flesh.

In the dream, the featureless figure is already in my apartment, standing in the corner by my bookshelf, watching me, slowly inching his way towards my bed. Me, in the dream, knows all of this. I also, somehow, know that I’m dreaming because I’m thinking these thoughts: Ai! Wake up! Wake wake wake wake wake uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup!

Alas, I do not wake up immediately. No, the figure shuffles closer, his hand outstretched as if to pluck my very heart from my heaving chest, and I begin with the sputtering. It feels as if my lips are made of lead, and I can barely get a word out. G-g-g-g-g-g, I go. Finally, when I do get the whole thing out, that’s the moment I wake up. I recall the word I was so desperately trying to force out as gwah. Whatever that is. Time on the clock? 5:46 A.M. Greeeeeeeeeat.

Feck a healthy breakfast this morning. I woke up later than usual, I’m feeling creeped out, and I’m going to enjoy the blazes out of a toasted bagel with buttah.

Gwah. Happy Monday.

Written by Paul

March 31, 2008 at 8:47 am

#218 – Three Sweatshirts

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Do you have a favorite sweatshirt?

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October 22, 2007 at 8:34 am

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#203 – Not a Stripper

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Happy first day of October, everybody! This is my favorite month of the year. I just love the weather, the smell of hot apple cider, the carving of pumpkins, going on haunted hayrides, all the scary movies that are going to start playing on TV, the leaves turning gold before brown, the way everything moves a wee bit slower…I could go on for a long time. So, I figured I’d kick the month off with something truly terrifying (see above). Why is–or isn’t–October your favorite month?

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October 1, 2007 at 8:33 am

#196 – The White Shirt

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::grumble grumble::

That’s all I’ll say. Stay tuned to see this white shirt in action!

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September 20, 2007 at 8:29 am

#156 – Socks

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Sometimes, late at night, I can still hear their cries. I suspect this is the sort of gift that is meant to benefit others more than myself. I don’t know. I get sort of attached to my clothing no matter how old or tattered it gets. I still wear things from many moons ago. At one point, I was still wearing a black-and-white Joy Division t-shirt that a girl gave me in and around 8th grade. Eventually, it disintegrated. So sad, so very, very sad.

Do you have a favorite piece of clothing that, despite the holes and stains, you just can’t get rid of?

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July 24, 2007 at 12:33 pm