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The End
Crawling my way out of the grave.
This is officially the end of blackgarden. It's nearly nine years to the day since my first entry, and to me, this journal represents a person who no longer exists.
If anyone remembers me, and still wants to know me, you can now find me at shesaspiral. :D -
Fact?
Comments written by teachers on my grade-school report cards proclaim me to be a superstar!
Just so you know. :D -
Music feeds the keyboard monkey
The office radio is playing Arcade Fire's "Intervention", one of my favorite songs of the year. Hearing favorite music in mediocre places is one of life's modest pleasures, like socks fresh out of the dryer... or sneaking in a journal post on company time. It's a mild hit of euphoria, the perfect dose for blank-faced work mode. -
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Books!
Here's what I have not done in the last week: Thanked people for birthday gifts, responded to comments, picked up my room, cleaned out my car, washed my sheets, changed my calendar, gone shopping for work clothes.
Here's what I have done: Received as a birthday gift The Golden Compass by Philip Pullman and have done little beyond reading. I both ( Read more... ) -
Regarding Literature...
Elizabeth! Thank you so much for the bookI woke up this morning and read about a Chinese eunuch who, on advice of a physician, ate the brains of seven criminals to restore his missing manparts ( Read more... ) -
Music and television, what else?
I've been considering ditching this journal -- closing it up and sticking it in a Target-bought plastic storage bin on the floor of my closet -- and moving into a fresh new journalspace. I've been unable to stop feeling so disconnected from my pre-surgery life. But -- and I know I've said this before -- I am trying to reconnect with my life and the ( Read more... ) -
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I'm so thrilled with Abigail Breslin's Supporting Actress Oscar nomination! I wish the entire Little Miss Sunshine cast had been nominated for stuff. Especially Steve Carell, because he is was wonderful.
And now... Notes from my Inbox.
Dear Amazon.com Customer,
We've noticed that customers who have expressed interest in The Queen is Dead by The ( Read more... ) -
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As you'll recall, my webcam was made in 1972 and may actually steal a bit of your soul to render into its grainy snapshots. This explains why, in every shot of me, I appear to be a vacant husk, sans soul or any but the tiniest spark of life ( Read more... )