If one of you will knit me one of these (accounting for my ginormous hat size), you will make me the happiest blogger EVER.
Just sayin'.
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"And I am a writer, writer of fictions / I am the heart that you call home / And I've written pages upon pages / trying to rid you from my bones..." -- "The Engine Driver" by The Decemberists
About Me
- Dave
- A recovering "slacker lit-geek," now trying to make good on all that untapped potential he kept hearing about.
friends who care for me
in beds in little rooms
bones beneath my skin
beneath the dust and love
ain't this position familiar
it's 4:30 a.m. on a tuesday
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- "I'm a plant!" "I thought men like you were called...
- Overheard in Chipotle Tonight
- Do You Believe Every Word of This Book?
- Remaindered.
- I pray for rain to come.
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- Happy Slapsgiving!
- Attention, Knitters
- Tuesday Video View: Songs from Adverts
- And the World will feel the fire and finally know.*
- In Which TeacherDave Takes a Moment from His Busy ...
- Link Me Baby One More Time.
- Portable sounds to lift me up.
- Do SNL Writers Listen to Dave Ramsey?
- One More Video
- Video View: Two of my Favorite Things
- And I'm almost gone, but I'm still here.
- "prelude to processional"
- Follow-up Post: "F for Fundraising"
- Rant of the Week: I'm Super, thanks for asking!
- Mixed Signals
- NaNoWriLess, Either.
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