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Home Again, Home Again, Jiggety-Jig

Good people of Texas, for one week I'm coming home.

Christopher and Woody set me thinking about all of the wonderful books that kept me company in 2005. In fact it kept me awake a long time last night, remembering the particular circumstances surrounding me whilst reading each book. So, to the best of my memory, here goes. Bear in mind that the first five months of 2005 I was working in a children's ( Read more... )

Thank the Baby Jesus, the Transit Strike is over. Now I can once again return to the job I hate so much, and as luck would have it, I find myself at my place of employment as I type these very words. It is indeed laden with irony, the fact that I am happy to return to the job that makes me so unhappy, but what girl wants to find herself unemployed ( Read more... )

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An Open Letter to the MTA and the TWU:

Dear MTA and TWU,

Fuck you.

Sincerely,

claire

p.s. Not being able to go to work today is nice.

Musicians: Who are they and what do they do ( Read more... )

I played my first show in New York last night. All things considered (and there is a lot to consider) it went pretty well, I guess. I'm not sure if it's really the sort of band in which I want to play. But enough about that ( Read more... )

1. People who don't take me seriously ( Read more... )

I woke up in the middle of the night to find SNOW! And for once, I don't have to go to work. I'm just going to stay home in my pajamas and drink hot chocolate, knit Christmas scarves, and hopefully finish a recording I started last week, all by the light of our very crappy artificial Christmas tree from the drugstore. It only has one ornament.


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