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Spitting out the butt-ends

Another Thing They Won’t Tell You About The Beetus

April 24, 2012

After you’ve gotten your dodgy A1C results and the doctor sits you down like he or she does it every day and says, “you are diabetic,” they tell you about how you’ll have to check your blood sugar. They tell you how you won’t be able to have one-person cryfests while hogging down a pint [...]

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Reality Hunger

April 3, 2012

I want to be an oceanographer when I grow up. That would have a lot more credence if you’d said it before we got through watching an episode of Blue Planet. Two hours ago, you wanted to be a therapist helping people with their hoarding problems or drug addictions. And yesterday, you wanted to make [...]

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Spitting Out The Butt-ends of my Days and Ways: Explaining Tattoos to my Eight-year-old

January 24, 2012

Well, so Depeche Mode was this really great band-they may still be a band, for all I know. And Daddy was eighteen years old. This image right here comes from the cover of their album Violator. The reason you’ve never heard them is that Daddy doesn’t really listen to them anymore. Because people change. That’s [...]

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