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the current temperature feels like eleven below. i hate it, the business of staying warm. i pulled on a pair of tights to wear underneath my skinny jeans, knee-high socks, three sweaters layered over a tissue-thin shirt to keep the wool from scratching against my skin. there is a voice in my head telling me that my fur-lined leather boots are ( Read more... ) -
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this is how my death will come about, rapidly and painfully ( Read more... ) -
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i am going to fail the map portion of my midterm in the morning, i am certain of it. there is no point in attempting to execute the myriad of memorization strategies i have forming in my head because none of them will work. i ate strawberries and bananas dipped in chocolate, turned the bathtub tap to the highest temperature it would go so i could ( Read more... ) -
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i am in pain and while i can pinpoint its exact location, i cannot figure out whether it is caused by my upcoming period or by the child-sized chicken burger my father packed for me. i feel a stabbing pain in my abdomen and if i weren't so intent on writing this entry, i would very likely be clutching my stomach in agony, curled up on the rusty ( Read more... ) -
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the one downside to going on trips is that there is always so much to tell that i never know where to start. and i won't now, the thought alone exhausts me. just this: quebec is as beautiful as i left it last summer, more so when i explored it hand in hand with the one i love -while my mother shot us death stares, two steps behind, harhar. i cannot ( Read more... ) -
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snippets from the past week ( Read more... )
