Tag Archives: 3 a.m.

i don’t need a skywriter to make grafitti in your sky

The sunrise always listens Sometime she even finishes My sentences — the prophet westerberg

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the joy of the ancient honda, part 2

I’m a wheel I’m gonna turn on you — the prophet jeff tweedy —   I’m driving home at a little before 2 a.m. This is the time many folks call it a night at the bar (it’s Wednesday night, … Continue reading

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where’s a good rim shot when you need it?

me: How’s your spring break? dad: I think my spring broke. He’s not that funny in real life. Gotta be the drugs.

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friends always know just what to say …

We all wish a lot of things, Skee-lo. I wish your mom was still alive too. As for fitting in, I’m OK with not.

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Just another morning conversation, Part 45

mo: I think I found a new dimension in my art. me: What happened to the old one? mo: Although I don’t think it will be earth-shattering. me: That’s OK. I don’t want the Earth to shatter. mo: Don’t wake … Continue reading

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Note to self, part 5

When getting up to pee in the middle of the night at the parents’ house and facing two choices: 1. stepping in middle of cat’s litter box and dumping it over, then stepping in cat’s food bowl and dumping IT … Continue reading

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Just another sign I’m actually 8 years old

Late-night text: mo: I bought you spda. me: spda? mo: soda. me: what was the p? mo: I accidentally p’d. me: giggle.

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