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MIMOSA COLLECTIVE: Big Pissin Up In NYC*
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Wednesday, November 6, 2013. Big Pissin Up In NYC*. My dad came up with this title. Months ago. He won't stop reminding me that I haven't written 'the most important thing' yet - a post about places to pee. Anyway, the title is brilliant. So, here you go, Pops. (This is also your birthday present.). What if I turn in to a scarecrow? It at least sounds like a slippery slope. So I drink fucking tons of water all the time. Which is fine, since bathroom access isn't usually a serious issue. DudeBros seem to ...
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MIMOSA COLLECTIVE: March 2014
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Friday, March 7, 2014. Dr Scarfinger or: How I Learned to Stop Fighting and Tolerate 2014. I have a habit of hurting myself in the same places. I'm not even being metaphorical. I mean like, my foot. I've broken my right foot twice. And now I've fucked up my stupid right pinkie finger. Again. Hasn't 2014 been an absolute bear. I figured we were due some reprieve after the strangeness that was 2013, but no. I wasn't even that scared of February this year, I went into with my head high, and then.it ...So We...
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MIMOSA COLLECTIVE: When It's Over
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Tuesday, April 1, 2014. I don't want to do this any more. Any of it. I don't want to help rich people anymore. At least not like this. I don't want to soothe them, coddle them, sweet talk them out of making stupid, tasteless decisions with their stupid, tasteless money; console them for making poor decisions in the pursuit of getting richer. It's not like I want to pretend the last four years never happened, but lately everything's become so heavy. Like it needs to be shed. Fuck It Youre Crazy. Dont Rock...
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MIMOSA COLLECTIVE: Mr. Jackson If You're Nasty
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Thursday, August 1, 2013. Mr Jackson If You're Nasty. The summer before my 2L year, I walked into the New Orleans LSPCA a little after 4:00 in the afternoon, looking for a puppy. That's what I was looking for: a dog. But it's not what I found, those puppies were a mess, either sickly-looking, oddly-tempered, or like they'd grow up to be about purse-sized. No, no, no. That wouldn't do at all. So I turned around and started back. You can try again in a few weeks. Then he sat back down, and looked at me.
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MIMOSA COLLECTIVE: Lent
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Thursday, March 6, 2014. I miss midnight after Mardi Gras, the hours everything shuts down. I don't remember why I was out that night, the first time I ever saw it; in New England snow plows clear the streets after storms, in New Orleans they pushed beads to the sides of the roads, pulled from the trees what they could. There are beads in the trees year round, though. You can't ever clean everything away. How Do Pimps Ride? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). This is Incredibly Fucked Up. Signs of the Ap...
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MIMOSA COLLECTIVE: February 2015
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Friday, February 13, 2015. I was on the phone with my dad last night. It was a long talk, it's been a rough week. You guys never believe me about February, but then it comes over and blows the house down. Near the end of the chat he says, I'm going to ask you something. Promise not to be mad? I declined the promise. That is the least fair of all the questions - you're on the defensive before you even know what's coming. I promised to try. He said he wished he'd done better by her. I doubt that's what...
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MIMOSA COLLECTIVE: Happy Mother's Day
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Sunday, May 12, 2013. Because of that. But because, also, I was thinking: 'How strange that any of this would be a foreign concept. No one had to suggest any of this to me. I just watched my mother.'. Four years old, leaving a department store in the rain, sulking and whining because I didn't get something I wanted. Stomping: "It's not fair! My mother hoisted that shit over her head and ran with it. Thirty years old, days from thirty-one, I call my parents and my dad picks up. I ask 'Is Mom there? Subscr...
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MIMOSA COLLECTIVE: January 2014
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Tuesday, January 14, 2014. Recycling for the Reluctant Adult. Do you ever think about the new people in your old spaces? I do Mostly in the fall. Winter, too. Mostly at night. Mostly in regard to boys I used to love - some of them I still love, but differently; will always love, but differently. Places you will never go again. Places that would never look the same, even if you could. Perspectives shift, they do not play. Just like you, just like you, just like you. Just like you. Listen Here Young Lady.
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MIMOSA COLLECTIVE: A Post Apocalyptic Year In Review
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Thursday, July 11, 2013. A Post Apocalyptic Year In Review. That's all right. I like to have my heart broken." - Kurt Vonnegut. Getting my heart broken was one of the best things that ever happened to me.". I don't think I could have made it through the last twelve months otherwise. Here's what I found:. Late for shit, and no one is surprised) was a primarily a twisted attempt at keeping a stranglehold on youth. Via staggering immaturity. That it was sort of complete bullshit to be all 'Oh, I jus...I SER...
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MIMOSA COLLECTIVE: November 2014
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Sunday, November 16, 2014. Books I've Never Read. I realize that I have not updated this in several months. Formal complaints have been lodged*. And you have my sincerest apologies, Seven People Who Honestly Care* , but I just haven't been struck by the bloggiest thoughts of late. Which is probably a good thing, considering the archival abundance of sad-blogging. I am super not-sad right now. Anyway, I might do more of this. Stories about books I've never read. We'll see. I've never ready any Jane Austen.