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Charlie Can’t Feel His Face

Posted on October 27, 2008 by Pendel Haight — 5 Comments

Debora Fanning runs the old folks home with the discriminating hand of a curator. Her face is often serenely blank with sparse robotic emotion pulling back the corners of her lips only sporadically, and while she is not at all…

Mmmm Bop Saturday

Posted on May 23, 2008 by Pendel Haight — 1 Comment

I had my Saturday with Mr. Hanson, dream date extraordinaire. He is such an asshole. He walks in the door dressed like it’s Wednesday, as if his entire life is spent in those cheap “nice clothes” that teachers so often…

I Am Screwed and I Don’t Really Care

Posted on May 2, 2008 by Pendel Haight — 9 Comments

I’ve got a shrink that I go to. I’ve gone through several of them, and mostly I just hate their stinking guts and don’t bother going back, but eventually dear old dad will have a conniption and find me a…