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I Don’t Speak Spanish, Baxter

My new job is a minimum-wage retail job, which sounds horrid, but is actually a vast improvement over my previous employment, first, because I get an employee discount on the clothes we sell, so I can get pretty clothes without having to endure the horrid shopping experience; second, because Washington minimum wage accurately reflects the [...]

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Words, Worthless Chatter

Someone asked me yesterday how I’ve been. The succinct answer is “I’m boring and bored” and perhaps I should stick with that; but four words does not a blog entry make, so you shall be regaled with the extended edition (four word blogs shall perhaps be forthcoming, followed, of course, by four-letter blogs). I’m boring [...]

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A Thousand Million Degrees

Why oh why, on one of the hottest days of the year would you think it’s a good idea to keep me waiting in my car while you go grocery shopping? In my BLACK car. My metal death trap. Which you know has no air conditioning, and is essentially an oven. Why would you think [...]

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