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Archive for January, 2012

On a princess

She told me about how she would leave home for several days on end when she was a teenager and spend nights in Central Park. I told her that I grew up in Laurelton, Queens and went to school on the Upper East Side.

And then I realized that I’m a New York City princess.

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On key chains and bitch face

She promised to bring neither a dish nor a bottle, as we had requested, but a gift. Something pretty but completely useless, as is usually appropriate for a wedding gathering. I told her that we would have more use for food, but she adamantly refused to either cook or spend money on alcohol.

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On poor communication

The husband and I seem to be having a few… communication lapses. For example, the other day, when he got his paycheck, he gave me some money to put into savings, and then some more to do whatever I wanted with. There was very little food in the house when he said this, so I [...]

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