I’ll tell you this one thing: I could’ve stood there and watched those dolphins swim back and forth in front of me in the underwater viewing tank at Sea World for hours and hours. I know I’m not supposed to say that because Shamu killed that trainer and really those dolphins are probably thinking something like “fuck you, you ignorant peons, one day we’ll get you all for this!”

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Summer on June 20th, 2010

Yesterday I cried these huge, body convulsing sobs of ridiculousness, just almost comical in their expression. Almost. I could have turned the music off, I guess. I could have opted out of wandering around the house…doing whatever it was I was doing. In the end I did; I made a Facebook photo caption joke out [...]

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For now I’ll just leave you with this:
I awoke this morning with these images in my head: me, climbing out of a pool where I’d just ruined Spurgeon’s triathlon swimming win (and he had won, by a large margin) because I’d disqualified him by being in the pool with him while timing his laps, and [...]

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Nobody wants to be the one runner in the Saturday morning 5K that has to stop and vomit a 1/2 mile in. There’s always somebody, especially in a town famous for a drink called Pirate’s Punch that’s served in a 32 ounce souvenir cup at the local bar called the Palace Saloon. Side note: Once, my friend and I decided to put straws in our Pirate’s Punch cups and race them to the bottom like mind erasers.

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Summer on April 30th, 2010

I’ve never felt less like writing yet more…..bloated with words. My son turned three. I wrote him half a letter, and there are pictures which, I promise, will make it to the blog. Other things are happening, and our family is in a continual state of just vibrating crisis right now.
I’m tired of trying [...]

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