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Monthly Archives: January 2011
idiot mud jog (dba warrior dash)
Yesterday I drove north for three hours in my gas-guzzling Jeep Wrangler, to participate in the Lake Wales, Florida, 2011 Warrior Dash, a “mud crawling, fire leaping extreme run from hell.” Today, I am sitting here, back on my couch, wearing … Continue reading
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helmet head
So today … uggh … in just a few short hours, I’m supposed to be three hours north of where I am right now (on my warm and comfortable couch) – to somewhere remote, in the middle of the state, right … Continue reading
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storybook fashion
Since it’s cold here in Florida right now, I had to wear a jacket today. It’s blue and felt-like, with oversized buttons, and I love it like no other jacket I’ve ever owned: it’s warm and cozy and makes me feel safe. … Continue reading
the great sewage disaster of 1969
I wasn’t a stupid child. I didn’t stick marbles in my nose, or forks into electrical sockets, and I didn’t write on walls with crayons. For all my faults (conniving, ultra-serious, unpleasant, etc), I wasn’t a dummy. I would never … Continue reading
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