Posts Tagged ‘Boston’
OBEDIENCE
I remember seeing the book one day on the floor of our living room. It was buried under piles of The Boston Globe that my father was one day going to read. My sister now says, “Dad’s a hoarder. You didn’t know that?!“ Believe me, if I had any ability to diagnose my parents at [...]
THE AMISH, BOSTON AND SEX WITH A WOMAN
I usually NEVER talk about my dreams. Why? I don’t think anyone really cares. Fiction can be terribly boring, especially dream-fiction. However, someone on this blog once asked me a question about dreams, so I thought I would tell you my dream last night. Why? Cause it was insane, and very, very sexy. Basically in [...]
MY DAD SENT ME A PICTURE OF HIS BALLS
I was writing this morning about my fear of death, probably because my 71 year-old father is sick and went to the hospital today. He called me yesterday, “Hi Jamie, I haven’t been feeling good.” “Really, what’s wrong?” I asked. Anytime one of my parents is sick, I have heart-palpitations. I can’t deal with the idea [...]
WOW, TIME TO WRITE MORE FUNNY SHIT.
I just read a post that I wrote yesterday from my mom’s house in Boston. My husband and I are in limbo for a few weeks before we drive to Los Angeles, and I sound like a fucked up depressed hag. They’re are so many things to be happy for. Here’s a list: 1. Hot [...]
MORE THAN A MONTH LATER, I GET MY SHIT TOGETHER
I’ve been fasting from writing. Kinda’ fasting from doing the things I love too. I’m on a mission to get things done – i.e. work, workout, work on moving, work on having more sex, working on “getting back to peoples e-mails,” and more stuff like that. I’ve been a bit lazy too. Lazy. I’ve had [...]



