tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80172263481493208542009-06-29T07:35:37.607-04:00When I was in fifth grade my class went on a trip to Colonial Williamsburg. For one of our projects we had to create a town. My dad and I created a magical world of popsicle sticks that looked more like the O.K. Coral than 1776. Let's be honest, my dad did most of the work. But, when he was done, he dubbed the town Laurenburg and painted the word on a popsicle stick sign. Ah, sweet Laurenburg.Lauren4shhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187736277487723417noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8017226348149320854.post-65048637382074599822009-06-29T07:21:00.002-04:002009-06-29T07:35:33.613-04:00

I told Evan the whole sequence. I should have come and written the whole thing down right away because it is escaping me now.I was in someone's kitchen. Someone I liked, but didn't know that well. The house was kind of old and crappy, but I told the husband that it was nice and found a few features to compliment. The kitchen was quite small and the countertops seemed as though they were meant to

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Is it best to start backwards? To add insult to injury of the preceeding six hours two little children attacked me while I was waiting to board an elevator. All the escalators were moving in the opposite direction that I wanted to go. And they moved so fast I was nearly thrown off!I was engaged to one man, having my baby with another. In the end the baby daddy was gay. Both times I had the dream

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Almost two years since we were married and we finally have our first home together. No roommates, no parents. Just us! And the painter. And the contractor. And soon a crew of workers and a big  pile of plaster. Yes, just us!

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damnit! I can't sleep! I was having dreams that were just to weird. Judy Cohn and Ira Blecker were in tye-died tshirts singing the birchat hamazon. We were trying to find a parking spot in front of Lake Brantley. We were attending a wedding, but the parking lot was jammed with school busses and cars like it was dismissal time. Why isn't the damn internet working? I don't want to get out of bed

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I wake up to find Evan sitting up in bed, stooped over the computer. He likes to get up a little earlier than me because only one of our computers is connected to the internet now and I tend to hog that one. I've been very strict with him, all drawing all the time. None of this fooling around on the internet. Now that we have the GPS he even draws while I'm driving!Anywho, I thought he was

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So, I woke up this morning laying on my right side with Evan curled up behind me. My mind was mixed between slumber, sex, and rude awakenings. The melody of a country song ran through every nook and cranny of my brain and I knew it was a race against the clock to write down the sweet words that were about to be erased as I became fully conscious."Evan, do you have any paper?""Mmmm. [pause] Huh?"

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