Now That I'm Forty...

tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62494592012-02-16T20:31:50.114-05:00Now That I'm Forty...Born in New York and now going to die in New York. Someday.Menoreply@blogger.comBlogger2271100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249459.post-1122875707131393502005-08-01T01:41:00.000-04:002005-08-01T01:56:38.093-04:00

Now That I AM Forty...I'm closing this blog now, because I've went and had a big ol' epiphany today. It's led me to change the tenor of my posts and in doing so, I'm going to open up a new blog just to keep the blog flavor consistent(-ant?)In short, the poverty is still the same, the joblessness is still the same, and I'm still probably going to have to move to Paramus. I have until August

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Hey Childhood Bud, Gimme A LinkSo's the folks can reach ya betta.Meanwhile, I think I'm feeling better because I'm blogging more. Even if I have to leave NYC for a while, I'm going to come back.It's almost as if I'm in an abusive, co-dependepent relationship with this city. She lured me in with promise that she'd take care of me (well actually, her daddy in Albany did that) and I ignored her

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Okay NOW I'm AggravatedHas anyone deciphered exactly want these bombing people WANT? And what, precisely, is the success rate for bombers' causes? Do many of them receive what they are killing people for? Do ANY of them?This stubborn, destructive mentality points to mental illness to me. Mental illness with little to no chance of treatment because they've got an entire culture behind them,

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Plan BFriday I go into court for my third eviction trial. This is because the new landlords apparently have to get a new eviction order against me, else they could have used what's already at the sheriff's office to padlock me out.As you know, I took all my books off the shelves. I have not put them back. I am getting myself used to the idea that I'm moving.My New Jersey option is open again,

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Hallelujah BreakdownMy first Pastor used to call them that. Pretty indicative of his state of mind at any given time, but I was 16 yrs. old at the time and had no way of knowing.Today I went to the Human Resources Administration up in West Hell to try to parlay my request for another One-Shot Deal on my rent into an ongoing request for Rental Assistance. I gave up on the second One-Shot request

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Any Life But MineBefore I left my apartment, I was confident that when I reached my destination and met the camera's scrutiny with my body pivoted and my head turned left, that it would be my best look. My head didn't seem as pudgy and my broad shoulders were well-served by a diminshed angle.I took the M7 bus this time, departing from the usual #3 train. Something made me want to stay above

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Alright, Let's Do This.I was victimized. I'm a victim.CUT!Take Two.Today it was too hot to go outside and lurk around my Manhattan. I took some time out yesterday to go out, but today, I had no appointments or plans. The elusive kids remain elusive so I have already called their care managers and told them to consider another counselor for their cases.So I spent the day embroiled in writing a

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But Being A Client Is The BESTSo I was able to tell my Soon-To-Be-A-Doctor Friend the below information because I'd already worked out how to say it through this blog. I was able to compartmentalize the shame and simply say the words. I was emotional, but not a wreck. Some tears leaked but they didn't cascade. My voice waivered once but didn't fail.I suppose this is the process I would

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I Like Being A Therapist. It's The Becoming That Gags Me.Always seems like I have something new to spill. But this is actually the first thing I should have ever said, because now it just feels like I'm making crap up.I have to complete a correspondence test for the Reporting Child Abuse requirement for the NY license. So there I am this morning in an NJ Strabucks, reading the material,

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The Alone LifeI'm a little torn between self-pity and self-analyis, with a little bit of spiritual crisis thrown in.Yesterday in the blazing New York heat, I took a D train to Coney Island.When I was wee, an elementary school teacher picked me up at my home and took me to Coney Island once. I don't know why. In my mind, she was reaching out to a troubled youth, going beyond her duties as a

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Happy Birthday, James Alton WhiteJune 7th was his birthday. He would have been 80 yrs. old. When I was born, he was a forty year old man.I did manage to get my healthcare provider status from the insurance company on June 1st. The practice where I work gave me three clients as a result. And then I obtained two more just because a new intern at the office was eager to please the office manager

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If I'm Not A Man Now, Then I Don't Know What I AmOr to put it another way, I won my court case.This was two days ago, and the implecations are now hitting me. I proved to the judge that I meant it when I said I was willing and able to pay back the money I owed. I had documentation this time of my hourly rate and the number of hours I was assigned per week. I had worked out a payment plan which

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I, Ladies and Gents, Am The Perfect Doctor Who CompanionThe latest Doctor Who episode goes like this;The Setup;The Doctor, who travels in a time and space machine, has a girl named Rose Tyler as a companion. The Doctor has this habit, see, of taking vulnerable and plucky human females to assist him in his travels. Usually, he winds up having to do things like liberate planets from the tyranny

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No Des, Nothing Wrong At AllJust don't let him know where this blog is. :-)Sad NewsExcept to the rational mind it isn't sad news. But I've just decided in the last half hour that I really was going to do this. I'm moving back to New Jersey.Why am I doing this?Because I can't dig up more money for my rent.My rental manager made a deal with me to pay off $2600 bucks of the $4100 that I owe and

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No Sooner Than I Had Published The Last Entry And ReRead It.......than I got a callback from the BIG healthcare provider for an interview on Friday. I believe they'll pay better than my old job and the benefits are better. If I get a choice between the two jobs, I'll take this one. The idea is to move forward and not backwards, right?But I will go backwards to save my fanny from eviction.

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How It Went...um...Two Weeks Ago...At some point I decided it was the client's issues that had to be dealt with and not mine. That seemed to take the edge off. There is a bit of adventure as well, travelling the highways to find the client's home, meeting the client and the constellation of relatives, plumbing the depths of the client's life, finding clues as to why the client wound up in the

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Here's Something...I submitted a resume to my former place of employment when I lived in Trenton. It's for a position in Perth Amboy which is equivalent to what I did in Trenton. And I have four young people slated for me to contact their homes and schedule meeting times with them for "therapy". Oh, hello there my old friend Anxiety! I see you've brought your buddy Procrastination! Why did I

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I Think I Feel My Help Comin' On....Yesterday, after my first Thursday client, I told myself that I needed to grow up, again. I reflected what I had said to the client and applied it to myself. Adults have to make adult choices, or otherwise choose to act as an adolescent. Weigh the benefits of either. What has the biggest payoff?For me, it was adolescence. Escapism. It serves it purpose

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SHO, WHO ARE YOU?I just saw your comment after I posted the last post.Thank you for expressing your concern. I won't kill myself. I'm way too paranoid about Hell to do that. Plus, I don't ever want to give up. I'm fighting so hard. I'm fighting so hard. Soo so hard.I keep thinking that there will be a Change. That there will be an opportunity come around if I hang in there long enough. I

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Lifestyles Of The Rich And Famous1000's of people a day decide not to follow the lifestyles they've been given. Children of rich parents leave their circles of influence and go to Starbucks and makes friends with an 8.00/hr barista. Children of poor parent(s) work hard at school and get a scholarship, go to NYU, graduate cum laude and make high-end six-figured salaries in their twenties. Black

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RIP My AuntWelp, she passed away two nights ago. She was in the hospital, I discovered yesterday. She had probably been there all along, when I tried to contact her. Yet I definitely didn't force it, or pursue how to get to her, nor call my cousin to find out for sure. I didn't want to watch her die, I think. I have already done this kind of thing with my mother, and my aunt (HER aunt,

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I'm Not GoneI'm really not.But I have realized that possibly five people read this blog. Me, myself, I, and two random people who trip over this link from a misguided Google search.Well, that makes it a little better in terms of making this a diary. I only have to write it for myself (me and I can go scratch for all I care).So.I'm still workimg at Starbucks. Have I mentioned the Food Stamp

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Would You Accept This Man As A Doctoral Candidate? Alan White Applicant's Statement "I am a Licensed Professional Counselor in the State of New Jersey and am just coming to terms with what that means. The first position I took after my Master's in Counseling was as an intake specialist in a children's psychiatric hospital. Next, for the New Jersey license, I took a position doing case

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Bailed Out By my friend, the soon-to-be-doctor. Is that friendship, or what? And I didn't have to take a dime of Valentine's Day Girl's money. Not to mention that she's now in a financial crisis as well from her past money sins. Nooooo, we would NOT be good together. But I truly appreciate her overtures, and find that the least I can do these days is to call her once or twice a week and

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Maturity 101 The judge had very little patience for me today. It was sad, really. I watched him take the other tenants' sides against their landlord prosecution. Those lawyers wanted those people to pay up NOW, and the judge found reasons why they could wait. He found none such with me. He read my request for furtherance and shot down everything. He said that he doubted I could make the

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Nature I was in an exceptionally foul mood yesterday. I really should have blogged yesterday. My work environment has gone a little sour since they replaced the manager who hired me with a girl who is nice, but very very by-the-book. The girl who hired me was easy breezy and big on "let's have a comfortable environment". This one is, "if you have time to lean, you have time to clean".

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EVERYONE'S Got Jokes These Days 9:32am. That's when my eyes popped open this morning. Two minutes after Alternative Side Of The Street Parking went into affect. A minute later, I'm pulling on my sweatpants and shirt. 9:35am I'm on the street, happy that I parked so close to my entrance. And who do I see? The little police buggy backing up to my lone, 5-mins. illegally parked car. I get up

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And A Little Better Still Yesterday I discovered a few other things; 1) New York now won't be processing applications until February. And there's no guarantees that they'll even do it then. Yay beaurocracy! 2) The right receptionist can make or break your profession. A place I called at the beginning of the year in NJ for the chance to work in a group practice gave me the impression that I

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In True "Our Hero" Form, Things Get Radically Better 1) I discovered that yesterday, on the money deadline for my eviction, but in going to court, I actually extended the dealine by two weeks because I had to file for an extension, then mail the court papers to my landlord, requesting another hearing two weeks from now. So, at THAT hearing is when I'll plead my case and give good reason why

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In True "Our Hero" Form, Things Get Worse That is to say, most of my options are exhausted. Denied for One-Shot money. Denied for NJ Unemployment. Valentine's Day Girl can only give me 1/3 of what I need. The office in Jersey City is only available during the worse hours for private therapy practice. (Oh yes, I forgot to tell you that I have been trying to open an office in NJ to do private

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Apparently, I Can Be Bought My friend, the soon-to-be-doctor, suggested the following; I should lay it all out on the table to Valentine's Day Girl and tell her that I never intend to make her my wife. I should be as diplomatic as I know how, but make it clear. Then see if she gives me the money. Brilliant!! Except--I reeaaaallllly want this money. I could just see me and her on Judge Judy

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What On Earth? Valentine's Day Girl offered to GIVE me money to help me pay my rent. She said she could give me some if not all. Every atom in my body tells me that taking her money will top all the other mistakes I've ever made To. DATE. But I need it sooooooo badly. Soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo badly.

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Feeling A Little Better Now I just took a three hour nap. I'll have to leave for work at 4:00am, so I'm going to try to go back to sleep, but I wanted to blog again. This is sooooo therapeutic! The below post about my sexuality is still totally legit, but after having written it, I feel so much less oppressed by the issue. Having typed it out/worked it through/read it back, I can figure out

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The Worst Year of My Life And that is to say, I'm actually suicidal at this moment. Not actively, mind you. But I wish my heart would just stop. I found out that I was rejected for rental assistance. Also found out that I am supposed to be getting a 'determination letter' from NJ Unemployment which was sent to an incorrect address. It was supposed to be either a determination letter or

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Huh--WHA?!?! Kerry is CONCEDING??!!!!! If my mathematic skills are to up to expected level, there's only an 8-pt spread between electoral votes at this point. Both of them have more than 220 each. That's a good showing. Kerry doesn't have to DO anything but wait until all the votes are counted. It seemed like four or more states didn't have their votes all counted, so why isn't Kerry just

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Not That I Mean To Complain... ...but this is getting ridiculous. I still have no mail regarding my rental assistance or my NJ unemployment outcome. I called the rental assistance place and was literally shifted from one person to the other, both passing the buck to the other. The guy that interviewed me told me to call his supervisor because she made the decisions. I called her and she told

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"Heyyy--yyyahhh, Hey. Having a Little Trouble..." This was a line from a song from Sixpence None The Richer, back before they became mainstream. It's a line describing the writer's Christian life. I'm going to use it for my current working experiences. It isn't that I won't get it soon enough. The drink recipes are becoming familiar and with most things, it will one day go CLICK, and I'll

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Who IS WRITING This Stuff?! Yesterday I had a smashing NYC kind of day. I worked at S'buck's, and found that I actually have a good shot at becoming the Rainman, as I wished. I mixed drinks for a while and started to get the hang of it. Actually, my boss said 'a monkey could do it' when she was briefing me, and she may have been right. Then she scheduled a meeting for all employees after

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Starbucks Rainman That's what I have to become in order to kill by nervous belly. I was put on the espresso bar today, as I suspected. Nothing made sense for the first hour. I watched and I tried it a few times, and I can say that I learned how to make an espresso shot without fail and that's about it. But I wanted to be perfect, like, at the first second. I want to be the Rainman of All

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My Starbucks Job I'm glad for it. Gets me out of the house. Gives me reason to go into Manhattan other than spending money I don't have on restaurants, jellybean stores, fruitshake stands, and comic book outlets. Making coffee is complicated. I've only done register yet, and today I might be fixing drinks. I'm never happy until I've perfected what I'm doing. I want to do it so well that

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I Meant To Get Out Of This House Two Hours Ago... ...but then I decided to put up a new song, and started with Aaliyah's Rock The boat, but instead put up Shania (cuz I wanted to go for heart, instead of sex, last post notwithstanding), and found myself in the middle of a crying jag. (I swear most times I think I'm a chick in here. See I thought I already had my midlife crisis, but since I'm

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Friends So. No one told you life was gonna be this way? Your job's a joke. You're broke. Your lovelife's D. O. A. Look's like you're ALWAYS stuck in second gear. And no, this hasn't been your day-- Your week-- Your month-- Or even your year-- But. I do actually have friends. Amazed to find this to be true. Valentine's Day Girl is reconnecting with me. She called and we launched into

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Now That I'm Forty I turned down invitations from others than Valentine's Day girl to celebrate. Good thing because I spent my whole birthday in an office for Public Assistance to get help on my rent. ALL day. Got there at 10:00a and at 5:15p they told me to come back Wednesday at 8:30a. Hand to God true story. Sitting there, hour after hour I just couldn't get mad at anyone because I knew

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...Blog Name Changing Soon, Details At Eleven... Because soon I will be Forty. No, I mean SOON. (every cell in Alan's body gives a huge sigh of assorted melancholies) I should spill everything right here and now. Let it all out and then shut down the site. Just say it all, give it about a month for those who read to read, and then vanish it. And let the chips fall where they may. But I'm

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Navigation Yesterday Valentine's Day girl called me in the Am and invited me to lunch. I accepted and rushed around the apartment to iron clothes. I had a client to meet across the river from her workplace. We circumnavigated via cellphones until we found each other. I had lamb and she had curry chicken and spinach. My dish made me sweat. She mopped my forehead with her napkin. I

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Illegitimate But I hope, legitimate. I refer to my current state of emotion with Valentine's Day Girl. I swear, God is having a good time with this comedy/drama series called "Alan". The fall lineup's got nothin'. on. ME! Two years ago, my friend got married to his jump-off. I can't put it any kinder than that. My friend is/was a serial datist. He's had more sex than all my blogging links

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Me and Woman

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To Be Or Not To Be Starstruck, Is That The Question?

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Star Sighting #??, or What The Heck Is Going ON Around Here??

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Valentine's Day Girl, Pt. II

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Valentine's Day Girl

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The Nature of Celebrity (Star Sighting #?)?

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Why ELSE Should I Apply For A Doctorate? The university I'm applying to requires typed pages of my aspirations. To quote: "Please discuss your past education and experience, academic and professional plans, and reasons for wishing to undertake graduate work. Include some details about intended specialization in your field, your preparation for that specialization, and anything else you

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Yes, The Lyrics Go Astray Near The End But you weren't trying to hear Musiq for real, anyway!

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So I Guess Audioblogger Got It's Stuff Together And I tried out a little sumpthin' sumpthin. And it worked. And I liked it. And, as it turns out, I actually CAN sing. Although be warned, it's a capella. And now I feel like, "WHAT the heck was the big fuss about?" So I'm going to cut and paste one of my little experiments over here and let's see what happens.

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Random, But It's Staying Because It Applies To MUCH

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Star Sighting #?, Part II

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My Mini-Power Outage and Star Sighting #?

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Ah HAAAA! NOW I Know What It Is! I'm LAZY. All along! And here I was thinking I was suffering from all sorts of mental illnesses and childhood traumas. I don't want to work! I want to haunt my apartment all day and night like a revenant. I want to play City of Heroes, then go out and buy Popeye's chicken, then come home and edge my cat over on the sofa for a nap, then wake up and start it

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First, Check It! Then, The Missing Day I had a mess of audios that haven't shown up yet on the blog. Did I overtax the system, I wonder?

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Joe vs. The Volcano

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Starstruck, with no conclusion!! (And I can't remember how I was supposed to have ended either!)

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Sugar Rush

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The Spickner Spin--See it if you can!

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The Cheesecake Theory

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Homophobic Me, Pt. II

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Homophobic Me, Pt. I

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Shout Out To Leah Remini, or Me(n) and Women Pt. VI

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Apologies To The King Of Queens, But Big BIG Ups At The Same Time, or, Me(n) and Women Pt. V (Oh, And I Sing A Very very Little Bit)

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Marvel At My Adult Living Skills!

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"Dusk At Lincoln Center", by Frasier Crane

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Central Park Swing

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On Me(n) and Women, Part IV and The Perfect Burrito

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On Geometry, Architecture, and Autism...

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Weekend Review

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On Me(n) and Women, Pt. III

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On Me(n) and Women Pt. II

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New Jersey's Nice, But...

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Joey Who?

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On Someone Else's Celebrity, (Or Star Sighting #17)

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On My Impending Celebrity

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