Monthly Archives: September 2010

America, the beautiful

I can’t imagine what else happened on this trip to make me forget committing petty larceny in Deadwood! Mary and I are walking around, Mary was trying to finish the “big as her head” ice cream cone while we went … Continue reading

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Fought the law and the law won

Here’s us in our upgrade! Well, we’re not actually *in* the car, but it’s not actually an *upgrade* either, so here we are. There were essentially two ginormous legs of the trip and a bunch of mini legs. This was … Continue reading

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Give me cupcake, or give me death, Denver

Bright and early the next morning, Mary and I were up and at them! By 8 am, we were out the door and ready to take Denver by storm. We stepped out into the crisp (read: damn hell ass cold) … Continue reading

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Denver, Colorado: Arrival

I should have known Denver was not the town for me when I put out feelers in my vast social networks asking what I should do in Denver and the response came back “eat at a hotdog cart,” and a link to … Continue reading

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Roadtrip

When I was in high school, I saw a hilarious cartoon. It was a map of the United States ostensibly drawn by a New York teenager. Basically, it was a giant map of Manhattan, with all the various neighborhoods marked … Continue reading

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My September 11th story

I started writing something about the day, but when I looked through my archives to see what I wrote about it in the past, the piece I wrote on the fifth anniversary pretty much still perfectly sums up my thoughts. … Continue reading

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I only married her because I thought she would die soon!

Newlywed man seeks to divorce duplicitous wife. Best part: The groom admits he “slapped the fire” out of Vega during a fight when they split – and that he chomped on her elbow during an earlier blowup in Yonkers.

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The threadly hand of death

I’ve never been a very girly girl. I don’t do heels or makeup and as a general principle, I don’t shave anything. Ever. It’s one of the upsides about being a girl, I never have to take a sharp blade … Continue reading

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Not so random thought

For a long time I’ve had this great idea for a TV show. So you know how crime shows like Monk or Murder She Wrote or Castle, so I’m not totally dating myself, has like this out of the box … Continue reading

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Death becomes her

A few weeks ago, Gerard posted a link on his facebook wall. It was a post written by a mother whose 18-year-old drug addict son had died after essentially being beaten to death. In the post, which I will link to only … Continue reading

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