*Autumn Murphy – *the name has been changed so I can talk major shit now or in the future
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Posted by Tracy on November 30, 2005 in Uncategorized | Short Link

It’s true that a yellow room is like prozac without the pesky sexual side effects. Lars and I have been in such good moods we’ve actually done things with our post-work, evening lives. We started hanging pictures and making some plans for painting the rest of the house. Then we lazed about watching Sopranos until [...]

egg yolk, lemon, sunflower, mustard, mac & cheese, nacho cheese, yellow
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Posted by Tracy on November 28, 2005 in Uncategorized | Short Link

The new yellow living room Originally uploaded by lateshoes. We painted and painted and painted and painted yesterday. It’s so damn cheery, I just might not kill myself this winter. Although, it’s managed to bring out just how disgusting our carpet is, which kind of makes me feel suicidal. Oh well. I can hang pictures [...]

Eat lots of turkey, bitches
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Posted by Tracy on November 23, 2005 in Uncategorized | Short Link

I plan on gorging myself until I puke tomorrow.The plumber came and fixed our leaky drain problem and the furnace-fixer guy is supposedly coming this afternoon.What will life be life without having to wear three pairs of socks in my own house? I might just die. Happy Thanksgiving. I was going to post a “What [...]

Waste your time for me
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Posted by Tracy on November 22, 2005 in Uncategorized | Short Link

Dammit. I’ve spent most of the day looking for a ringtone of the Dandy Warhol’s “We used to be friends” that is compatible with my wack ass Sprint phone. I’ll give you a dollar if you can find one that sounds good and works on my phone.

What the hell is with assholes who have to walk like 3 paces behind you, in your peripheral vision?
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Posted by Tracy on November 22, 2005 in Uncategorized | Short Link

This douchebag walked steadily behind me, no matter that I kept varying my pace, all the way from the busstop to the library door. I don’t know if he’s wrong for doing it or I’m wrong for wanting to crack his skull for doing it.Fucking close-walkers.Lars and I watched the Ashton Kutcher classic, The Butterfly [...]

The new style….Harry Potter and the Crotch Gobbler on Fire
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Posted by Tracy on November 21, 2005 in Uncategorized | Short Link

In an effort to force myself out of this winter depression, I have changed the look of this blog once again. I apologize for the overt Springy/ ice creamy tones. I realize that pink and green pastels can make it harder to digest words like “fuck” and “motherfuckers” and “cocksuckers.”However, don’t let the new design [...]

The babies in thoughtful repose
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Posted by Tracy on November 17, 2005 in Uncategorized | Short Link

Yeah, call me if you ever see anything cuter in your whole pathetic life. I’m at work by myself, so quite frankly the whole “working” thing can suck it. Don’t tell anyone, but I’m taking tomorrow off to see a children’s movie and don’t tease me cos I already feel like a bit of a [...]

Fix the flood or the furnace?
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Posted by Tracy on November 16, 2005 in Uncategorized | Short Link

Along with all the joys of homeowning come certain Sophie’s choice type scenarios.We’re in one now.Our furnace won’t turn on, so we have no heat. With Salt Lake’s weather take a turn into the 20′s you can imaging what our house feels like. Last night I wore sweatpants, two shirts, socks, a sweater and a [...]

From the novel I’m not really writing
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Posted by Tracy on November 15, 2005 in Uncategorized | Short Link

Allison looked at the ring one last time before tossing it in the toilet of a public restroom near Main Street. Where had she gotten the ring? Who had given it to her? She hardly remembered now.Of course she remembered.Those were good times, she thought. She laughed at the possibility he might still be lingering [...]

The burden is on you, man
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Posted by Tracy on November 15, 2005 in Uncategorized | Short Link

Look, if I’m walking up the stairs on the left side and you’re walking down the stairs in the middle, the burden is on you to move aside as we pass. On. YOU. Biatch.Oh and another thing, high heeled, Wonder Woman boots on the outside of your pants are fucking ugly. Fucking. ugly.

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