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I didn't mean to say I'm like a bird. I do feel like a crone right now though.

I can barely move. I’m lurching, if that’s even what you’d call it. Somehow my fingers are able to dance their intricate waltz across the keys and produce whatever it is that’s about to spout onto the page and all with minimal typos. 438 more words

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Home Again: "Shadows of the Past"

“This place is full of bad memories.” –  Elisa Maza Written by: Michael Reaves and Brynne Chandler Reaves

Original Air Date: November 23, 1995

Introduces: 3,041 more words


Portmanteauing the line.

If a guy at the dock had a foot, does that imply he’d have a portmantoe?

If that same guy drove a truck with a tow bar and towed boats from the right hand side, I guess you could deduce that he portmantows. 406 more words

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To be honest, it smelled a bit nutty.

Sitting in the waiting room to discover what I actually did to my finger a few months back (answer: Who knows? It’s not bone damage, maybe it’s just swelling that could come down over time. 894 more words

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I didn't begin this entry craving burritos. How do I get burritos without leaving the bed?

It’s weird being at a gig where you just can’t connect. The music’s blaring, beats are flowing and bodies all around you are gyrating energetically to the performance. 605 more words

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