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Helmut Newton died. One more person whose wife's name was June that I will not get to meet.

Don't make fruit smoothies with underripe mangoes.

This morning on the bus, I overheard a woman saying: "It was less painful when I had all the weight in my legs. I've lost 110 pounds over the past year, and it hurts more than when I still had the weight. I used to be 450 pounds."

Holy Mother of Jesus. How did we get there?

Happy New Year
We are still alive
mostly

I am making apple pie
taking baths
reconsidering our relationship over a glass of wine and
wishing my family was here and didn't exist at the same time

As a child, I never thought that one day I would be so overjoyed at the thought of going to the dentist.

I am enjoying the various reactions that my really gritty voice gets me. I sound like an 80-year-old smoker. Sexiness.

Bleh. I'm sick.

The screaming kids are back. Yay, Santaland. He said he doesn't get it, how do they make their kids wait so long to see him, and that he wouldn't wait in line for three hours to see Jesus.

For my birthday, the phone company stopped allowing me to make international calls. Somebody throw me a quarter. That's four minutes.

"We're not open for the corporate cappucino," Arias says. "We're open for the post-siesta slow Turkish coffee with rosewater and cardamom, the French press, the percolator espresso with the mint leaf in the grind."

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