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Name: Carrie
Location: Bloomington, Indiana, United States
Gender: Female
Interests: Favorite things: pancakes with chocolate chips, Chet Baker, and Connecticut. The Roaring Twenties, vintage clothing, dangly earrings, cold weather, The Raincoats. Belle and Sebastian, obese cats, Sufjan Stevens, female vocal jazz, pointy-toe shoes, Gravy Train, big cities, coffee at two a.m., Morningstar 76, The Like Young.
Expertise: Humphrey Bogart.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Art
Message: message meEmail: email me
Member Since:
8/28/2003
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| | from |  Carrie <c@gmail.com> | | to | M <m@gmail.com>,
| | date | Feb 18, 2008 8:37 PM | | subject | Re: ok friend so another update | | mailed-by | gmail.com |
Let's be Amazonian women, on second thought we'd probably hate that
I really wish I had my phone so I could hear about your good day at work and we could talk about genes
Here's a story for you: I saw a crush of mine on the street while I was
picking up the remainder of a cake that I made
for a party at Boxcar yesterday (it was a small weird chocolate vegan
cake in a loaf pan and about half of it was left, kind of lonely and dumb since it was my first effort at vegan baking). Anyway, this is the crush who probably thinks I'm stalking him since we frequently see each around campus and we've exchanged glances over the newspaper and coffee and I happened to spot him as I drive past, with a cute girl, both of them laughing and smiling. M****a, I'm telling you, after my double-take I had this excruciating moment of
horrified shock and the subsequent reaction: complete self-loathing and utter embarrassment, that I am an idiot to have a crush on
this guy and when am I ever going to grow up and why didn't I make a
move on him when he was flirting with me that one time because now he is laughing
uproariously about something with this very cute girl who has really pretty
shiny wavy brown hair.
Then I stuffed the entire cake in my mouth
while driving in the space of about three blocks. It was pretty good
actually.
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| Dearest
ones,
About
this matter of cohabitation, one might call it; I know it is hard for you to
accept the idea of gents and ladies all under one roof but practically in terms
of expense it is not possible for me to live alone. The only way you can
beat the rent racket is to get a large place and share it and I couldn't stand
living with four or five girls, dormitory fashion, stockings drying all over the
place.
Judith | | |
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Shamrock Cafe
Last night I thought I'd stop
at the Shamrock cafe, behind the shop.
It was dead quiet, only me,
my serviette and my cup of tea,
and I was looking at buying one
of the prints on the walls of Neanderthal Man
when I heard this tremulous moaning, just
what a gale beginning or a gust
of a hurricane would make at sea.
I threw an anxious glance at my tea.
There to my horror, was a small
row-boat sinking in a whorl,
and round about the rim a foam
of tea waves crashing in the gloom,
which I drank. All unawares,
a fat girl came to the foot of the stairs
and stood there, with one hand
on the banister, swinging around.
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I AM A BRIDE
little tree
little silent Christmas tree...
who found you in the green forest
and were you sorry to come away?
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| Dear X,
I miss you.
As of late I have been:
Party party college-style, much more than I'm used to with lots of drinking and smoking (usually stumbling also ensues)
Writing, but most of it goes into letters early in the morning out on my porch or late in the evening into poems nestled on my couch and I smoking out the window
Goodbye Puss
New Bloomington frontiers including: sib love, huzz love, new friend love, neighbor love and love love all around
Today I have a cold that makes me feel miserable and sleepy, even though it's boiling in the house and I am such a nudist it's embarrassing
Everyone tells me that I should enjoy it while I can? (Bloomington, not nudism)
PS all are drunk in this town, I think, including me
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