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Shitting in Public
I'm about to get a colonoscopy done for real this time ( Read more... ) -
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Nine months after my last entry, a lot has happened (obviously ( Read more... ) -
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Without romance or great personal change, I suppose that there is nothing much to write about. Or perhaps especially when there is great personal change, there is nothing much to write about ( Read more... ) -
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I started this summer pretty modestly. I had a lot of goals. I wanted to find an apartment for the school year, get an internship, keep my job, make new friends, be able to run a mile without stopping, and be done with therapy. However, the eternal pessimist in me (I imagine a small man seated atop my limbic system, or perhaps astride the sella ( Read more... ) -
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Scott has abandoned me for the next three weeks and I don't know what to do with myself. For some reason, I am mourning his departure as though he has died and we will never see each other again. I have had thoughts such as, "I remember his last words to me," and "I would give anything to kiss him one more time." He has not been gone for quite ( Read more... ) -
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I hate my roommates. I wish that there was some way I could magically teleport back to January and end my lease early. -
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Twenty is a weird age. Thinking about high school makes me feel old, but thinking about the future makes me feel impossibly young. I'm getting to the point where a lot of my friends are actually graduating college. It's completely and utterly inconceivable. I cannot be friends with adults who have real jobs and paychecks and taxes. I am not an ( Read more... ) -
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It is good to be a radical, postmodern feminist. It is good to google things like "third wave feminism" and send emails to my favorite groups. It is good to consider completely uprooting my location in order to join a cause ( Read more... ) -
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I hate school. I seriously hate school ( Read more... )