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words words words

I read three books last weeks- or five- if you also count the novel manuscript I read twice while editing.

After a few days of jam-packing information into my skull, I was happy to veg in front of the 130 incher and see LOST.

TIN HOUSE.
I am a whore for this literary magazine. Every time a new one arrives I DEVOUR it.

I remember stepping up and down on my stationary step in the living room of our East Bay condo trying to lose babyweight as the OJ fiasco played out.

** re photo: see below

On Saturday, Hotlanta lived up to its name and coughed up a phlemy,

It’s BOOK FESTIVAL weekend and that means lots of words will be flung.

What does it really cost a girl to BE NICE?

I told a friend a story and in it I must have said at least three times,

Men who read are sexy. As long as they are not reading self help books.