remembering the words.

Found on my computer tonight, written to myself in August, 2005:
“pulled back into so easily the places my memories rest, waiting, like dogs tied to trees ears standing searching for signs of attention.”
Thinking, lately.  Remembering.
I started writing about sex when I started fucking girls, about ten years ago.  Nothing I wrote then ventured beyond the [...]

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spank the night away.

Last week I bought my first pair of Spanx .  Two weeks ago I purchased a dress that looked fantastic on me in the dressing room (at a store that understands the correlation between good dressing room lighting and actual sales), but the same dress in my home lighting looked more, um, bagel-stomach-y than it [...]

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pbr & porn, in public.

Saturday night was the Speakeasy release party.  I put on a dress and teased up my hair.  Being more used to the awkwardness that comes from being tied to a desk all day than the sassiness that comes from an awesome outfit, I arrived through the front door and hung out at the back.
What is [...]

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sexy shoes and dying plants.

Last night I wore heels while I brushed my teeth.  Not just any heels, my Betsey Johnson heels.  I read somewhere that in deciding whether or not to buy a pair of shoes, you should divide how much they cost by the number of times you think you’ll wear them.  I bought the Betsey Johnson [...]

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