archives for Friday 4 May 2007
friday refrain · before the ft. worth blues
Friday 4 May 2007 | I like a cookie
for the sake of the song why does she sing her sad songs for me I’m not the one to tenderly bring her soft sympathy I’ve just begun to see my way clear and it’s plain if I stop I will fall I can lay down a tear for her pain just a tear and [...]
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great (or anyway modest) failure
Friday 4 May 2007 | 2 cookies in the jar
A few days ago, I heard from the fourth of my female friends, all in my Zen “peer group,” that she’s requested and been approved for ordination. And it’s funny—in the wedding-like excitement of an upcoming ordination, not one of the four, all normally excruciatingly sensitive women, has offered what the Group Therapist calls level-three [...]
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letter to mandarin
Friday 4 May 2007 | I like a cookie
Hey peanut, Congrats again—you must be over the moon! Tempting indeed to insert a random giraffe, no? [Into her nearly finished MSW thesis, in the hopes that no one will notice.] My fingers are crossed that your editor is a sharp one with a keen eye for M$Word formatting issues. (In fact my first SF [...]
and what was I thinking when I ordered coral pink
Friday 4 May 2007 | someone left a cookie
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sleepless
Friday 4 May 2007 | I like a cookie
Allergic and itchy, legs twitching. Pyewacket purring and lying on my throat. A new prescription for Lunesta (after Rozerem, Ambien) that I thought I could get away with not filling. Fatigued by my mind and the very few rotating things it holds. Convinced that all the seemingly new ideas are also bad ones. Working on [...]
