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Mama Garp

About Me

Twelve-Sentence Autobiography: I love to drive alone late at night. I don’t do math. I need to get in touch with my inner yang. I think selling out is the new not-selling out, because it’s honest. I am at peace with my ideas about God. I write for the same reason Moira Shearer danced. I miss something I can’t remember whenever I look at the moon. I want to be made love to like a Pablo Neruda poem. I won’t get married because I don’t believe I can know my future, but I collect Tarot cards. I was born with five wisdom teeth and an extra rib. I have been in love with the ocean longer than most things in my life. I love, don’t do, need, think, am, write, miss, want, won’t, was born, have been. Apparently.

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I'd like to meet:

I would rather / lie down and die / pillowed on the rocks / of a crooked mountain / than want you this much. --Empress Iwanohime

My Blog

Bra and Resumee: Things to Pad for Successful Admission to Grad School

I have no brain power left this week for an attempt at good blogging. I've been hard at work trying to sell myself, and this is one of those instances where a gold lame mini that screams "Hiya, sailor...
Posted by on Sat, 04 Aug 2007 10:44:00 GMT

From the Travelogues: Branden Does Catalina (and how!)

I just got back from vacation, which I think calls for a blog, because rather than take pictures or buy souvenirs, I blather. The destination: Catalina Island, which out of the very few places on the ...
Posted by on Sat, 21 Jul 2007 15:18:00 GMT

This Blog: The Creature from the Block Lagoon

I can think of absolutely nothing to blog about this week. No, let me clarifyI do think of subject matter, but then swiftly talk myself out of every single idea I take up. They're all stupid, bad ide...
Posted by on Fri, 13 Jul 2007 17:23:00 GMT

Frankie 1999-2007

Frankie's gone. It happened June 29th; she was eight and a half years old. I know that of the people who are most likely to read this, a lot were friends of Frankie, so this seemed like a good place t...
Posted by on Mon, 02 Jul 2007 14:34:00 GMT

Ask Not For Whom the Bell Tolls-- the Bell Finds Your Questions Insolent

Alright, get ready for Branden Gone Wildthe starring feature of this entire blog is my breasts. Or one of them, at least.One night in late May, I was lying in bed watching tv, quite like a lot of nig...
Posted by on Mon, 02 Jul 2007 14:28:00 GMT

The Old College Try: or, I Can't Play Beer Pong Because I Miss My Blankie

I have been trying, for a week, to begin a blog that answers one I wrote last year, and I'm stuck. I want to write about transferring colleges, about what it was like to leave COD for Whittier, but do...
Posted by on Sat, 23 Jun 2007 18:28:00 GMT

And Then Came the Locusts: I Wrote a New Blog

Writing is a mirror for me. It's a photo album of self-portraits. I will admit that it's the reason I keep a journalI am so endlessly fascinating to myself that I can think of nothing better to do th...
Posted by on Sat, 16 Jun 2007 01:19:00 GMT

Chain of fools, indeed....

   Here goes: my exercise in hypocrisy (yes, this is my only one- I'm gunnin' for that canonization). I frequent this sociological playground of MySpace with a certain amount of enthusiasm- ...
Posted by on Thu, 16 Mar 2006 16:57:00 GMT

Non-kinky Ways to Set Your Pants on Fire

   Firstly, I need to put forth an apology for my utter dearth of words last week& I'm not aware if anyone's counting, but I completely slacked on my commitment to this thing and if you were...
Posted by on Wed, 01 Mar 2006 16:06:00 GMT

Roses are Red, this Blog Page is Blue....

   This is a disclaimer: threads of this blog could be categorized as cliché, simply for the fact that they have an admitted kinship with those single person rants about Valentine's Day that...
Posted by on Mon, 13 Feb 2006 14:35:00 GMT