Should I be more concerned with the fact that I made my bed this "special" even though no one will see it before I sleep in it, with the exception of myself; or that fact that I spent almost as much time editing the photo to make it look like a catalog picture?


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If there is at least one person in your life whom you consider a close friend, and whom you would not have met without the Internet, post this sentence in your journal.

God DAMN, I talk about work a lot. I guess when you move somewhere, for work, and know mostly work people, with very little else to do, it sort of takes over. How nauseating, ugh.

I used to be more exciting, I swear. Maybe. . .

I never, ever thought I would be reading resumes and scheduling interviews for prospective employees. Ever, never! Never, ever ( Read more... )

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. . . you are seriously contemplating wether or not you should change skin care products because the line you use now matches the color scheme in your bathroom perfectly. . .

There's this old boyfriend I had, named Lex. He's amazing, in many, many ways. A creative job he loves, travel, good looks, success. Other ex's of mine also had this glamourous life buzzing about them. Possibility seemed to overflow in their daily lives. I remember feeling excited about life and the world. Somewhere in my travels, I lost it ( Read more... )

Take the quiz: "Which American City Are You?"

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