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Tossed: Play Production Class Binder
In my senior year of high school I took a class in play production. It was a lot of fun, and I got to sit in a trash can and go blind in Christopher Durang's The
Donated: Short-Neck Plush Giraffe Picture Frame
For a few months in 2001, I dated a really nice boy. He was a Boy Scout, literally. And the son of a preacher man. Literally. He was really nice.He asked me out shortly after 9/11. At the time I was engaging in a mild flirtation with another, not-quite-so-nice boy, so when the nice boy folded a ring out of a dollar bill and popped the question* after a set build for All My Sons, I had a choice to make.Really it was an easy decision -- the nice boy was cute as well as nice, and I really liked him
Donated: Clock/Radio/Cassette Player
"It was called the [Sony Dream Machine]. And it was. It really was."--Old Rose, TitanicWhen I was 9 years old, it became vitally important to me that I get an alarm clock.And not just any alarm clock -- I wanted a clock/radio.And not just any clock/radio -- I wanted a clock/radio with a tape cassette player in it. I could not wake up to just any beeps or top-40 tripe; I had The Juliana Hatfield Three on tape, and darn it if I wasn't going to hear "Spin the Bottle" first thing in the morning.So I
