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[31 Oct 2009|09:19pm]
Dear Friend:

In a fit of temper, I changed all my passwords and acquired a new email. I have now forgotten said passwords and even the new email itself. Let it be known that I have not forgotten you--and you know who you are, of course--so please forgive me and get in touch somehow.

Very sincerely,

Me
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[04 May 2009|01:46pm]
Who knew creativity had an expiration date?

A lot of my colleagues are writers and I deal with authors everyday. It's made me quite critical.

I can't write dialogue at all. Truly. And, as you might have noticed, I can't even maintain this space.

It might have to do with working for a corporation. Even the most creative jobs can feel, well, corporate.

I'd like to take a writing course, but I think I'm too cynical to try. I have a very short attention span.
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[11 Sep 2008|10:28pm]
What is it about singers
that makes us fall in love?

I had a friend who would sing to me
and play his acoustic guitar
until I fell asleep.
Seduction.

I can listen to one song on repeat
forever.


I miss you
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[27 Aug 2008|12:21pm]
So much to do today:
kill memory, kill pain,
turn heart into a stone,
and yet prepare to live again.
-- Anna Akhmatova

[11 Jul 2008|07:52pm]
What to say? Years go by quicker now. Minutes zoom into days. My teens were leisurely and tasty. I liked the chase more than the catch. Time is slippery now and not as cheap. I don't want to go back and give up the days, but I want to flashback more often. Maybe less. I want to feel invincible again. Cheap wine and short skirts--the sun and tanned boys. Less claustrophobia and smog. My old black car with the peeling roof and my hand-print on the back window. Don't ask. Or do.
10 imprints/touch my soul

[12 Jan 2008|03:53pm]
1) Go here: http://editorialanonymous.blogspot.com/

Then go to the entries tagged "submissions" and "how to tell you're never going to get published." Best.site.ever. Wish I'd thought of it first.

2) I got promoted (yay!)

When I told my mom I was now an assistant editor and not an editorial assistant there was a very long pause, and then she said "but, what's the difference?" Thanks, Mom. Way to stroke my ego.
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[21 Oct 2007|10:56am]
I have never been a good friend. I'm forgetful, selfish, and impatient.
I forget you when we're not together, and I will never call you. Ever.
Is it hypocritical to say I'm loyal? I will love you for years after our last conversation.
And I will never talk behind your back. Never.
I will think about seeing you again. Maybe even dream about it.
But I am stuck in my dreams and my life is now and not yesterday.
I'm sorry.
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[07 Aug 2007|04:03pm]
I have just received my first "business cards." Ok, so they're really index cards (sans lines) with my name, number, and email (and company name and logo) on the top left--but it's a start!


On a separate but related note, I am expected to bring in authors and/or ideas, but I don't know what the etiquette is for meeting authors through writing communities since I don't want to post my work address (for them to submit their writings to) and get a million of unsolicited (bad)manuscripts that I won't be able to get through. Any ideas?
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[28 May 2006|09:34pm]
[ music | The verve pipe-The Freshmen (ohgod memories) ]

When I was 14 I had a friend named Jim.
Jim had a foot tall mohawk to add to his already 6 feet tall frame
We used to pack into my mother's minivan
and she would drive us to straight edge meetings
which I can't remember if he was serious about or not
but I remember the girls being very earthy and granola
and me sleeping on their couches
and thinking...no alcohol or drugs, really?
I had a crush on Jim
but I can't recall ever pursuing it
even when we were both high
and on the phone at 4am
I think I went to about 3 meetings
and all I remember about these meetings were the parties and the smoking
and the laughing
I don't think I ever went "inside"
The funny thing is I can't remember if I went to these meetings
before or after I went to rehab
but I have a definite suspicion it was before.

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[27 May 2006|11:13pm]
www.skype.com

This was so much fun!
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[27 May 2006|04:25pm]
We're officially moving in together next week (one week!!). After 3 years of sleeping over at each other's houses. He's moving here for me and then in one month we have to find a bigger place. I feel as though there should be some sort of ritual for this.

I told him that he better make a big deal when he proposes.


Nobody knows that I'm really 17 on the inside.
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[24 Mar 2006|11:31pm]
I have the best job in the world. I feel lucky.
10 imprints/touch my soul

[12 Feb 2006|05:04pm]
Let's get so drunk that we dare each other to run outside naked...in the snow.
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[11 Feb 2006|11:15pm]
When my kitchen went up in flames a little while ago I was forced to stand in the snow. Now I'm typing this and breathing smoke while I have the windows open and the snow drifts onto my bed.
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[11 Feb 2006|09:31pm]
Wanna be friends?


Yes[]


No[]
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[11 Feb 2006|09:25pm]
I've always wanted to be a Japanese teenager. 15-16 years old. Living in Japan...not here. Slouchy socks and short skirts and long, straight hair. I think I would have been slutty on the down-low. Yeah, I realy would have. And not just with boys.
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[11 Feb 2006|09:17pm]
Let's pretend that I'm related to a certain individual. A married individual, 11 years older than me in case you were wondering. Let's pretend that this certain individual called me last night, in the middle of the night, to tell me they were coming to NY in 3 hours and would be coming to my house. Let's pretend that they then said they would not be alone and to not tell my mother or anyone else for that matter.

I don't talk to most 98% of my family.





It's snowing.





I have pictures on my phone and snowflakes on my lashes and gloves.
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[09 Feb 2006|09:34pm]
Mike and Lisa, Lisa and Mike:

I'm disappointed in both of you; what happened to being my best online friends? Not even one e-mail. I know I've been MIA, but is that any reason to abandon me in my hour of friendship needs? As you can see I have a computer now and I will be writing you upset letters like this until I get a satisfactory response. What is it now? 6-7 years? I go missing for two months and you vamoose! Shameful display.


P.S. Will write about New York on another occasion.
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At Work [01 Feb 2006|05:35pm]
New York. What can I say?


Living alone is, well, lonely.



P.S.- My computer was smashed to bits by the post office, so I have ordered a laptop that won't be here for another week. I promise a full update then.

P.P.S-Don't feel too sorry for me...I do get paid to read.
6 imprints/touch my soul

[01 Dec 2005|07:23pm]
Is it a lie if they ask you if you're neat and organized and you say yes and then later everyone you know who hears this laughs?





I have the world's worst penmanship. I mean literally the worst. 10 yr old boys sign their name with more care than me. Really.



I can't afford a blackberry or a palm pilot. I bought a zen dragon agenda, which I've mysteriously misplaced and my boyfriend bought me a Grades 3-4 Cursive Writing School Zone notebook.
13 imprints/touch my soul

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