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On the subject of not being a total psychotic control freak.
Never thought I'd see the day where my 6 yo would ask me for fruit loops without milk as her main breakfast food and I'd be all totally, "Yeah, here you go!" Life is way easier this way. -
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I loved Chicago for many reasons. It's a magical city. It's a real city. It's enchanting, comfortable and practical. Most importantly, I'm discovering, I loved Chicago because it was my time to do as I pleased. I was free to be myself and to discover many things about living alone, enjoying the solitude and embracing the city ( Read more... ) -
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Perhaps the most intellectual people hold the worst conversations.
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The importance of the unimportant.
So there we were, standing around at Buffalo Exchange when they announced 5 dollar off coupons for those who sang karaoke in the store ( Read more... ) -
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I'm a wreck of experiencing beautiful things and experiencing heartwrenching things, of experiencing life and experiencing your lives and experiencing the future and experiencing the past and most importantly, experiencing the present. I am bored with mundane forcefulness. I am hanging on to your every word, I am wiping away your every tear. I am ( Read more... ) -
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Today I spent some one-on-one time with my mom. It was nice. I miss her often.
I bought a shirt at Target in order to connect with the French sailor within me (furthered with drinking my bottle of red wine and wearing red slipper flats). It's precious. I wish I knew how to put photos on this computer.
Who cares?
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I've been zoning out on the internet all night. It's nice. I haven't dedicated much attention to livejournal for a while and it's so relaxing to browse through and actually type up some comments on some of your posts and lazily peruse through hobbie friends such as saucydwellings . It's like reading a magazine, only more interactive. I realized, "hey, I really ( Read more... ) -
Letters to Adrienne...
Time seems to be momentously slipping by with each passing day and in the small moments when I am forced to take a deep breath of air and face my surroundings, I can only feel the despair of knowing that I am missing each turning second of you growing into a young girl. Winter only bullies these disillusions and I find myself sinking further and ( Read more... )
