January 2012
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December 2011
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Every ten minutes, I recycle.
The winter break for people who are going back to school isn’t even over and I’m already maddening uncomfortable and restless. I’m not going back. I am done with undergrad. I was convinced I needed time off. All I want now is something big to do. Someone to assign something to me. I feel fucking pointless. Useless. Like I’ve already started wasting away. I am lost and...
Dec 31st
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Yes, I am cranky today.
But that doesn’t change what I think - just how I say it.
Dec 5th
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“The newspaper headline screams: “Eighteen-Year-Old Slain by Husband after Giving...”
– Rebecca Housel; editor of Twilight and Philosophy (via crystalsavestheday) BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAA (via anukii) So trendy moms and their 13 year olds alike now integrate this into their fantasies. Good show, pop fiction, good show. Let’s all go complain about sex on TV and...
Dec 5th
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Dec 3rd
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Dec 3rd
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Neither of us are very lady-like, are we?
Me: (morning, in line at the grocery store) *pulls off sacky hat to give my bed-head a little scratch*
Lady: (older, in line behind me) Oh poor girl, what happened to your hair?!
Me: Uh.... I had it cut.
Lady: *staring is disbelief*
Me: .....
Dec 3rd
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Dec 1st
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Dec 1st
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Another Ten Rounds.
All of my fingers ache. Skin torn raw. Nails bit low. Nervous habit. What am I afraid of? It’s the odds I’m fighting that should have no beef with me. Why do we fight? Why do I have to fight so fiercely for simple ends and straight answers? The outer, stranger struggles always seem to find a way in; I don’t know how to keep the creeping malaise out. I so often fall in a...
Dec 1st