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Eponymous, round two.
1. The gas station attendant who filled up my car asked if I ever wear contacts. Is he implying my glasses make me look not-cute? I choose to disagree. 2. Why is my office so cold? I feel as though it… more →
strange musings of a distracted spunk
Eponymous, round two.
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distracted spunk wrote 4 days ago: 1. The gas station attendant who filled up my car asked if I ever wear contacts. Is he implying my g … more →
Do not pass go. I repeat. Do not pass go.
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distracted spunk wrote 3 weeks ago: When I moved back to New York two years ago, I felt that my life was about to change dramatically. I … more →
Missives in July.
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distracted spunk wrote 1 month ago: Dear Dance Machine casting folk, You really should reconsider my application. I’m serious. I … more →
The Last Goodbye.
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distracted spunk wrote 1 month ago: We said goodbye, not once, not twice, but three times. It wouldn’t stick, as it never does. We … more →
Standing still while the world moves.
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distracted spunk wrote 2 months ago: The thing with moving away for a year is you expect everything to be the same when you get back. You … more →
Hello New York.
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distracted spunk wrote 2 months ago: Maybe it was the balding black guy with yellow teeth screaming in my ear as I walked past, that Jesu … more →
A familiar sucker punch.
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distracted spunk wrote 3 months ago: She dropped us off at the dance studio, after telling us our father would pick us up. We hadn’ … more →
A premature goodbye.
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distracted spunk wrote 4 months ago: Jazz music wafted into the air, slow notes languishing upon one another, dancing on elevation of key … more →
Proud Mary keep on burning.
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distracted spunk wrote 4 months ago: Last week, I watched water fluctuate in gradients, mountains rise up from the road almost out of now … more →
Snippet.
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distracted spunk wrote 4 months ago: Crawling into my bed, pulling the blankets up to my waist and sinking down into my soon-to-be-sold m … more →
Dani California.
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distracted spunk wrote 4 months ago: A year ago, if you had told me I would someday live in California, I would have laughed at you. A ye … more →
A Tale of Two and a Half Roommates.
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distracted spunk wrote 4 months ago: One Month Ago As I walk back to my room, finally relaxed from a long soak in the clawfoot tub after … more →
Purple unicorns.
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distracted spunk wrote 5 months ago: She peeked out at me, with bright brown eyes (I never knew brown eyes could be so bright), sucking o … more →
Riding in the front seat.
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distracted spunk wrote 5 months ago: I received a letter from my mother yesterday. We’re not typically mushy, gooey, I miss you, I … more →
Homecoming. Decided.
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distracted spunk wrote 6 months ago: I find myself staring at nostrils. More specifically, wondering how different people have such diffe … more →
Phases in photo.
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distracted spunk wrote 6 months ago: It’s unnerving to find myself glancing back on my life as a viewer. I’ve been sorting th … more →
Goodbye, 2007 (or rosemary for remembrance.)
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distracted spunk wrote 8 months ago: Seeing as it’s the last day of the year and all now, I suppose I should write the customary ye … more →
To: the hearing impaired me. Love: the deaf me.
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distracted spunk wrote 9 months ago: While browsing around, I found an article I wrote when I was nine. Fourteen years ago. I remember si … more →
What thoughts remain (or how strange our brains work)
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distracted spunk wrote 9 months ago: It’s been almost ten years since I’ve seen her last. Yet I still remember her birthday ( … more →
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