– Good news, everyone! Despite generally mum news reports, I’ve seen a few rumors stating that Fidel Castro is already dead. What does that mean for us Americans? Well, Major League Baseball…
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Unnatural Child/Adult Relationships
Does anyone out there have a mentor? The reason I ask is, I’m wondering how a person gets involved in molding a young, ambitious mind. As an educated adult who is considered…
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Closed For Good
Today was the last day for the business. The final remnants of old paperwork were shredded, a computer was reformatted for donation. The phone system was sold. The new website was published.…
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Shred-It
Another long day battling flu-like symptoms. I somehow slept through my alarm blaring for 30 minutes this morning. I had to run a few errands before arriving at work. There were trucks…
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Mucus, Work, Bubble, Horror
I went back to work today after struggling through the weekend with a gross sickness that is now beginning to trickle down to everyone I came in contact with, like spiders spinning…
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Hello Headache
Sweat. Sickness. Fluorescent Lighting. This is my day. I woke up still suffering from this cold, and phoned-in my morning workout routine. Then I hitched a ride to work, because my car…
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Filthy, Nostalgic and A Broken Auto
Hands bloodied. Finger nails grimy. Hair speckled with dust and dirt. This is my appearance upon returning home today. The process of closing the business grew messier today with such arduous tasks…
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How To Raze A Building
It’s weird walking into a building that you know won’t be standing in a few days. The inside is in complete disarray. There are piles of garbage, bags filled with documents for…
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Pushing Up Daisies
Say, you know who hasn’t been in the news at all recently? Saddam Hussein. Whatever happened to that guy? It’s like, he was there in Iraq, the place was running smoothly, things…
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Fun With Paintings
The early part of this afternoon has been devoted to writing tomorrow’s big year-end list. I think you’ll enjoy it. The free music will hopefully overshadow my whining. I told Ilya I’d…