his post focuses on the off-on-my-own, terrifying-crazy-awesome-fun time when I stayed in hostels on the Caribbean Sea.
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all backed up
I returned from Costa Rica to a sick machine. Can’t fool me, I knew it was a goner, and it did too.
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baggage, tagged
Work is sending me to Costa Rica next week!
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el diablito y la sirena van a el alamo
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artlanta
Don’t always believe.
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dancing in the dark
Over a year later, my knee’s still not the same, but I find myself dancing anyway.
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deepsicks is ten years old!
It feels like it’s outside of me, and it’s silly, I know. Like my website has an agenda and imagination of its own.
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selected miami textures
Occasionally mid-continent the plane becomes a spaceship and I disembark onto another planet.
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toilet of despair
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adventures in libraryland, San Diego edition
Work sent me to San Diego. I did a lot of puking, hating my skin and presenting research skills half outside my body.
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christmas came!
I launched my first tree, found last summer curbside-sad while on an alley jog through East Isles.
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you are not dead for the holidays
Have some (ma)lingering names yet on your holiday list?
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Crawled all over a haunted rock this Halloween, but this was the only ghost I saw
Ghost bike!
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had me at we’ll turn invisible
Part dare, part dream camping in Texas on Halloween? aw what the hell, yes please.
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belated bebearded boo
Any excuse to buy the Leading Man Wig!
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never know
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zombie commodity
In 2008 for the Victoria, BC, zombiewalk I made brains out of bread and glue and had them gaping through a tear in my toque: Three years later, Target sells it for $12: Flattering? Infuriating? Am I really smart or really stupid, both or neither or nothing? BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAINS.
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down to the tightrolls
I read a lot of graphic novels. “Oh, like Watchmen.” Well. No. And I suppose we could wrestle the semantics of graphics, what it means to be a comic when the content isn’t funny, or if it’s still literary when the letters scribble off, word bubbles popped. Many prominent artists are my age, or just…
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sirens
What’re you gonna be for Halloweeeeeeen? Hell if we know.
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the season is come
Blood orange bat Dots. Adorable AND delicious.
