DIARY OF AN URBAN MILKMAID


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Okeeeeeey...

This is the last post you'll get from me until AFTER September 11th.

After work I am going to rent videos - enough to get us through the next 24 hours without once having to witness the cheapening and trashing of this sad anniversary by our illustrious media.

I don't want to be a part of the commercial joke this has become.

If I want to remember; if I want to grieve - I'll do it in my own way. I don't want some television network executive telling me how I should feel about tomorrow.

Maybe I'll go to the beach and just sit on the sand. Listening to waves and seagulls and smelling the salty air would be nice.

Maybe I'll sit on my balcony, and watch the neighborhood crows scavenge on the Little League field, or people walking their dogs, and be grateful for the comfort of my home, my friends, my family, and my life.



September 10, 2002

Buh Bye!
October 05, 2008

Be Afraid, People.... Really Afraid
September 01, 2008

One Last Bitchfest for the Road
August 24, 2008

Get the Popcorn Ready
July 17, 2008

I'm a Rich Ho-Bag
June 20, 2008



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