My Dog is Chelsea

You’re sitting on the MAX, quietly minding your own business, when a hasn’t-showered-in-over-a-month older man with an all-too-long pinky fingernail sits down next to you. He opens up a pill container, and proceeds to dump the contents into his grimy hand so he can then count exactly how many amphetamines he has in his possession. [...]

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I am back in Portland. Holiday madness is over. Santa brought me everything I asked for and more, including but not limited to a food processor, a cutting board, pajamas, a cute little speaker for the iPodious, a spatula, cookbooks, $50, socks and long johns. And Uncle Joe gave me a great sweater that immediately [...]

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So here I am in New York City. The transit strike ended up not being so hard to work around—I just took the Long Island Railroad into Penn Station and a cab from there. The last sentence, I think, made the process sound a lot easier than it actually was, but that’s okay. Events thus [...]

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I’d write more but I’m too stressed out. Holiday anxiety has hit me hard today, like the subway strike has hit New York. Somehow in the next 48 hours, I must begin and complete my Christmas shopping, work two shifts, do laundry, find someone to take care of my dog, and fly home. And when [...]

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I’m sure you all have been sitting at the edge of your computer chairs in anticipation of finding out which story in my last post was true and which wasn’t. I mean, I bet you couldn’t even freaking fall asleep for the last two days because your excitement was just that overwhelming. Sort of like [...]

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