It's so nice to find old friends again. Missed you, Mr. Ice.

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New Yorker: Fiction
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Quirks and Quarks
Savage Love Podcast
This American Life
Vinyl Cafe Stories
Wiretap
WNYC’s Radiolab

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I had a dream that you had a little boy and you were happy and we were all friends.

Christmas is coming and so is my mother. And therefore, nightmares of my mother ( Read more... )

When you wake up from a dream of an old lover, someone you can't speak to anymore because you've said too many things, it ruins the whole day. You spend each minute wrapped in their arms again, feeling their breath in your ear. At first, you can't hear what they are saying, you're so in love with the breath just hitting your ear. Each hair of ( Read more... )

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Twilight. I can’t stop reading. I can’t stop thinking about the characters. I can’t stop apologizing for loving it so dearly. I’m not sure loving is the correct language though - it’s more a sweet obsession. It’s exactly what I’ve been looking for lately. I was reading Wuthering Heights - but I’m not sure what the point is once Catherine is dead. I ( Read more... )

I knew it would be better to avoid the family this holiday. With all of the mess my mother and father have created, I thought it best to stay far far away from their havoc. Even just last week, my mother and father moved back in together. Last Sunday before Thanksgiving, my mother went back to Sweetwater from LA and stayed with my dad. I’ve been ( Read more... )

ooohhh - buy me this ( Read more... )