Month: September, 2008

Don’t look back in anger

19 September, 2008 (14:26) | Wax Poetic

This is a creative writing assignment from Dawn.    I never wanted it to end like this.  It’s cold outside as I put on my coat and walk away from us, from you, from the place I never wanted to leave.  My chin is up though, because I know the revolutions we talked about in […]

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kitty at my foot and I want to touch it

19 September, 2008 (10:18) | Friday 5

1.  What’s the cutest of the small, furry animals?  – The Slow Loris is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.  EVAR.  They move so slowly and they’re so scared and small.  2.  What predator impresses you the most?  – The Angler fish.  Those things are nuts. 3.  After which animal will you […]

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She’s buying a stairway to heaven

19 September, 2008 (09:55) | Pittsburgh

Over the summer, I was on the North Shore looking at Mt. Washington and I thought it’d be great to have a building that stretches from the top all the way down to carson street.  You could still put plants and stuff on the roof, but it’d be great to have another way to connect […]

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Phrustrated in Philly – A good mechanic is worth their weight in gold.

17 September, 2008 (15:48) | Ramblings

So, here’s the story of what I’ve been going through with my truck.  I don’t consider this a closed issue until it’s back in my possession safe and sound. Friday night my truck was making a weird whistling noise as I headed out to Philly to spend the weekend with Kallie and bring back her […]

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Sapienza

12 September, 2008 (12:14) | Dreams

I had this dream monday night and I think I have something here…I was on some sort of luxury cruise or on a resort or something like that, and there was a gambling room.  There was this large table set up, very much like a roulette table, with a numbered wheel, a tall grid of […]

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Where 2 stand no longer.

11 September, 2008 (23:50) | Wax Poetic

I walked down Church Street today. I never really thought about those who were there before me. I walked past many people who were stopped. I felt like the outsider or scab going to work. I walked thinking about how my bag was slowing me down, and how that was a bad thing. I walked […]

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