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I hate that Monday morning, when I am settling in with my coffee and finding red pen, black pen, and pencil, I have to tell what I did over the weekend. Well, turns out, I don't want to tell most of those people that I laid in bed, watched three movies, one of them made me cry, listened to Glee covers, took a bath, drank tea, hid out, wore nothing ( Read more... ) -
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Josh and I get to have our nephew all to ourselves on Saturday! That crazy, sweet, beautiful, wild little four year old boy all day long, I can't even think of anything better than that ( Read more... ) -
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I don't think that I care to be exciting. I like simple, I like practicality and reason. It makes sense to me and makes me feel good. I like knowing that when I go to sleep, it will be next to him. I like routines, things having their places,this book in the morning, this book at lunch, this book before bed. I know this cuts me off from a lot of ( Read more... ) -
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My birthday always kind of means the end of summer for me. Usually, it also coincided with the first day of a new school year, which was equal parts horrifying and panic-inducing. I can't believe fall is going to happen so soon. I can't believe in October I will have been married for two years. It scares me that time happens so quickly, as much as ( Read more... ) -
nostalgia post
13 years ago. I never fully was able to grasp that they were children, because I was one. Foolish, stupid, beautiful children. But 13 years is nothing compared to the 412 that it spanned before this, I guess.
( And really, I just want to know you more, Mercutio. Because your jokes were funny until I stopped laughing. ) -
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Something shifted in my brain right then, when I was standing over the bed, winedrunk and loose-limbed, staring at his beautiful face in the glow from the window. It clicked that sometimes, my life is so good that it hurts. I could feel the rug burn stinging my knees as I swayed, my hair dripping and my clothes soaked through. It was one of those ( Read more... ) -
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Shit.
I never realized that this whole thing was kind of un-fun. Is this because in real life I am rarely serious and usually joking? Leaving no good times for LJ?
Okay, hold on, fixing it:
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I am taking all of it, crooked fingers, stunted breaths, unexplained sadness, anxiety, love of things I shouldn't, my compulsions and neuroses. All of it, hand out my window, color-coded books, laughing when he gives me that look, everything that only we know. It's all mine, bony back and overlapping teeth, crossed legs, restless hands against my ( Read more... )