Switcheroo
In Which Your Humble Blogger hasn’t worn a bra in twenty years.
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Eight Days a Week (or five)
In Which some things just set Your Humble Blogger off. You know that.
Wrong, wrong, wrong
In Which Your Humble Blogger is all cross and shit, what with all the killing.
I doubt the redoubt
In Which Your Humble Blogger actually, in that hideous post-apocalyptic world, plans to be in that group that the living will envy.
Lew and Loomis
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In Which Your Humble Blogger just kinda rambles a bit. Fortunately, you don’t come here for coherent analysis.
Clap-Clap,clap-clap what the fuck?
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In Which Your Humble Blogger is naive, sure, but I cannot believe it.
The Top of the Top
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In Which Your Humble Blogger is just perplexed.
The Bitter Elixir of Love
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In Which Your Humble Blogger is still crying at odd moments in the day.
Going, going, still going, continuing to go, not yet having completed the going process
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In Which Your Humble Blogger cannot take a thing seriously.
Eight Years On
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In Which Your Humble Blogger is eight years early. Or something.