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getting high and laying low in new york city: join StonedGrrrl as she achieves superhero status one inhalation at a time. FYI: No networking, please. This isn't that kind of blog.
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December
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- Simple.
- Saddam Hussein Is, Like, Dead.
- Sound and Noise.
- Could somebody please pack me a bowl?
- A Warning for Al Green and the First President Bush.
- Soul Is Suffering Already.
- Here's What I hope You Do Get!
- Merry Christmas
- It's Hard Out Here for a SquarePants.
- Quiet
- Christmas List
- Mexican Food.
- The Coming of the Light
- Online Now.
- Pretty
- I Miss You.
- Nothin'
- Don't Judge.
- Better
- Regrets Only
- A Crush.
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3 comments:
Well...that was short, not sure about sweet...but definitely to the point.
Merry Christmas!
Good post. I'm very grateful for many things I have asked for, over the years, and never got!
I am very amused by your writing. I used to live on 8th Avenue in Park Slope right by GAP (Grand Army Plaza). But now I live all the way in the neighBORING state of Connecticut.
I want to contribute toi you r contest which I just read about this morning. I guess I'll go to that page in a moment. I have thought about a name for a solid 10 minutes and my mind keeps drifting to a lot of what you wrote and the way I think you truly feel about getting stoned all the time......as I DO TOO.
We are escaping, we are escapists. But we really don't want to think of ourselves that way. I have no intention of interrupting my everyday pot smoking, but I really wish I did.
Howabout, since we are so deft at being such clever and very prepared escape artists, why don't we lovingly call ourselves Houdini or even Blaine?
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