Author: Coin Macy
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Destitute Illusions
Him: Are you hungry? Her: No, I had something to eat. So go ahead, I’ll just have a smoke. Him: Should you be smoking after what happened? Her: No, but I’ve been doing so anyway. This is funny. Him: What is? Her: This whole situation, you know… Him: No I don’t, tell me. Her: This…
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rue, Oct 31st 2009
The morning light slithered into my half open eyes – you were one of the people that found it rather amusing that I actually slept with my eyes semi-open. I shut them, rolled them around a couple of times then opened them to find the September 2009 Playmate glaring down at me with a wink…
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The “Please Call Me”
– the most helpful thing since, well, before they were created. Depending on the circles you run in, a “Please Call Me” or “call-back” or PCM is a free service you dial. Sends a short message to your recipient that requires the recipient to do as its name suggests: call the sender! If you are…
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Love’s Eternal Waltz
The funny thing is that it always starts the same. It feels like something new, a re-awakening of the soul, really. You tell people that you’ve never felt like this before or even that this one is different, but the truth is you have felt like that before – just with a different person –…
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Bandz A Make Her Dance?
…in Ava’s case, the older man ordered a waiter to deliver his intentions: a black bill holder with a wad of cold hard cash and a note that read: “For you, baby gal… too fine!!!” At the same time as the Juicy J track blasted over the speakers.
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Girls Who Drink Beer…
Are off-putting, approachable, manly, turn-ons, unattractive, brave, disgusting, desirable, trashy, wife-material, wild, down-to-earth, secretly lesbian, one-of-the-guys, broke, hot, drunks, faking it… really? This past Sunday evening, I was somehow talked into joining Try and his friends for a game of poker – an STT, to be exact. OK… so I willingly went, but only because I…
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A LETTER TO F
Dear F You once told me “the best way to beat death is to die…” That way, you added, there’s really nothing that it can do. It was one of those sunny Sundays, remember? When we could never think of anything to do because of the stifling heat and the only thing that could quench…
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First Impressions
Not too long ago –, around a thousand tweets ago, which in the Twitterverse is a week or less – I tweeted something along the lines of the first post of any blog being probably the worst post of the blog ever. Albeit, at that time, my comment was directed at – or in Twitter…