prehistoric amounts of dork, nerd, and 'are you kidding me right now?' for your intraweb enjoyment
There’s the exceedingly superstitious, introspective, Ooga-booga side of me that I don’t let out that often. It’s in there… I don’t necessarily hide it but I certainly don’t flaunt it for everyone to see. I only discuss it with a few people because I typically get funny looks and my views on it aren’t taken [...]
August 20, 2011
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Every few months I add a “new” letter to my handwriting. If I see your hand writing and I like the way you make your ‘a’, I’ll steal it. I’ll practice writing for hours a day… slow and steady, focusing on making that letter ‘a’ just like yours. Eventually I’ll start writing faster until it’s [...]
July 30, 2011
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I’m starting to get into the habit/ place where blogging feels a little obligatory. Not in a bad way though, but… like… where it’s 1:00, I’ve been hanging out with good-looking boys all day long, and now I just want to go to bed but I have to blog first. but really I just want [...]
June 4, 2011
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In my infinite old age and limitless wisdom, I have come to realize that I don’t really like dating. Shocker. I know. But after hanging out with Mr. Saturday Night, I think that I realized that it was all because of the expectations that I had unknowingly attached to the “evening”. It might not make [...]
Once upon a time, when I was in middle school, there was this girl… we’ll call her Autumn… mostly because that was her name… and Autumn. Was. A. Bitch. She hated me for no good reason. She was so mean to me… she would say the meanest things, she threw things at me, she even [...]
May 3, 2011
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Every once in a while I play with the idea of writing a blog. I get this wild hair of inspiration, I log in, I type a few paragraphs…. and then I leave. I thought about the idea of starting a Paper Plane type of situation where everyone just tells me what to write, but [...]
I have a very fancy friend. She is full of life like I have never known before. She unabashedly loves pink. She wears short pants. She gets excited about EVERYTHING. She laughs in a way that makes your face want to explode. She loves her Chicken Potpie Cat and finds no shame in admitting that [...]
February 13, 2011
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“You know I blame The Little Mermaid for all of my Current Problems…” “How so?” “Well… I’m all strong and independent until Daddy has to come and make everything ok. I can’t believe she did all she did for that guy…” “Right? There was no guarantee from him. Just cause she had a little crush [...]
February 1, 2011
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Once upon a time, a (seemingly) very nice, quite attractive young man told me that he would be waiting for me when I had time for coupledom. I was very flattered, but at the same time, cautious…. What was this sudden attraction based on? We exchanged little more than cordial “hello”s even though several opportunities [...]
January 27, 2011
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At some point during the past few months, I started sitting in my truck when I get home. I’ll just sit there. Sometimes I’ll finish listening to a song that I have inside. Sometimes I’ll even finish a song that I have on my phone. Most of the time, though, I’ll just turn the truck [...]
Midge came into this world the same way she plans to go out: backward, covered in goo, crying, and naked as a jaybird. She has found, in her old age, that there really is never enough time to do everything so she does what she can and will finish the rest in another life. Whether the time is appropriate or not, Midge listens to mellow mood music like Boards of Canada, Yppah, and Neil Young. Someday, she would like to work up the guts to go on a solo camping trip in Glacier but, for the time being, while she is a quiet little titmouse (and quite the tits they are!), she will just get tattoos, go to shows, and read books that you're probably not interested in. She types here not to strengthen her craft or to expertly flow sentences together in such a way that your heart will break with the slightest breeze, but because if she doesn't get it out of her brain, the words will die and she'll never be able to find them again later when it's time to write it out the right way.
