Megan McCafferty

May 11th, 1996

Friday, May 11th, 2007

Tonight I ate at Dojos on St. Mark’s and attended a fashion show where the Dewar’s Scotch flowed for free. This is the type of event that always sounds cooler than it really is. I had a headache and craved frozen yogurt the whole time.

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May 9th, 1996

Wednesday, May 9th, 2007

This morning as I crossed Fifth Avenue to enter the hallowed halls of Gruner + Jahr headquarters, I watched as HOMELESS VETERAN rejected the sesame bagel offered by the creepy, pasty-white pancake make-upped I’VE LOST EVERYTHING girl.

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May 1st, 1996

Tuesday, May 1st, 2007

So now I’m at work, waiting to hear from Joe the Bass Player whether I am cool enough to be in his new band. I’m telling myself that if Joe the Bass Player doesn’t want me, I shouldn’t take it personally, although I probably should since it was my personality that was lacking more than my voice in the studio last night.

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March 9th, 1996

Friday, March 9th, 2007

NUDITY

Two years ago, I saw more naked women than I had ever seen before in my life.

In high school, the showers were unofficially designated the smoking section of the locker room. Once, as an experiment, a few girls on the track team tried turning on the water in the showers. With a gurgle and splurt, out shot a wad of rusty sludge that had been backed up in the pipes since the 1960s.

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September 29th, 1996

Friday, September 29th, 2006

This morning as I walked to the subway, another fifth grader kindly warned me about the squirrels throwing acorns from the trees. From my childless point of view, if you’re not in a stroller, you’re a fifth grader.

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August 20th, 1996

Sunday, August 20th, 2006

There is something strangely unsettling about the three seedy East Villagey guys singing the Beatles’ “I Feel Fine” in mock-Liverpudlian accented three-part harmony underground in the subway station.

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February 19th, 1996

Sunday, February 19th, 2006

Musings from Continental Flight 724. Nonstop to Newark, NJ where the current temperature is 29F.

Vacations are cruel.

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February 16th, 1996

Thursday, February 16th, 2006

I’m only on page 12 of Douglas Coupland’s “Shampoo Planet” and it’s already inspired me to shut up about wanting to write and just start writing already.

A crab just side-stepped past my lounge chair, stopped and challenged me with its claws. A wise-ass crustacean flexing with cartoon, come on-come-on-I-dare-ya toughness.

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