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That dream the other night of a house where everything you touch turns into something else – you pick up the umbrella, it turns into an eel, you grab the doorhandle, it turns into a salamander.
A house of so many tricks and false faces and turns and complications, and in the dream I am trying and trying to leave, to take my son and go live with a man I’ve met by the seaside, a fisherman, to go and live a simple life, the three of us, if I can just escape this house….
But – But I can’t…
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You must have taken a Zimbio quiz or two, right?
They’re fun, aren’t they?
At least, they started out being fun for me.
One of my Facebook friends posted the Which Game of Throne Character Are You quiz. I thought, what the heck, I’ll take it, too.
I was absolutely thrilled to find out I was Daenerys Targaryan.
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Can you spot me? I’m the drunk one.
So, I’m back. Cue the party poppers and the loud reverie of all my adoring fans. If you just hear crickets, don’t worry, that IS the reverie, those ARE my fans. I do very well on the insect circuit.
Anyway. I’m writing this because you asked me to make a post about my Coachella experiences. This is me doing just that. It’s funny. When you initially asked me to write about it, I balked pretty hard. I was already self conscious about going to (what I perceived to be) an event people attend solely so they can say they were there, now I had to become what I hate most by actually blogging about it. But then we got to Palm Springs and we all started drinking and I quickly forgot notions of propriety and my stupid high horse (I’ve since…
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