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Tonight I infested the Salt Lake City main street with my singing ( Read more... )

What really plagues me about being a girl. The blatant doubt and disregard from older men (at least the ones that don't make googly eyes at me ( Read more... )

I’ve been jogging &sweating at local parks after work and my body is already thanking me for pushing her. Breathing feels so refined and my size five pants aren’t slicing into my love handles anymore. My fervent appreciation for boobs has been even more realized by having nowhere to stash my car keys while I run but in between my cleavage, Peggy ( Read more... )

I remembered a past winter-zombie entry I wrote about longing to take “crappy pictures of flowers” once a warmer climate transpired. I went on a hike in Southern Utah last weekend so I utilized the ol’ digi to fulfill my archaic desire. And then of course I imposed the usual self-taken portraits from last night because I’m irrational and blasé ( Read more... )

Dude, I've been addicted/writing (for better or worse) to this thing for three years.

to be honest with myself, i never thought id be this sad again. i thought i left that self-destructive girl behind with my teenage years.

me: one of these days we should get plastic swords and play kill bill!
him: lol
him: we should play doctor
him: old school
me: ok, sounds good
him: lol
me: we'll kill each other and then revive each other

This was Cody's first Mom Day without a living mom, so he gave mine some flowers and a card instead. It made her cry. None of my cards and flowers have ever touched her that way. I could count the times I’ve seen my mom cry on my left hand ( Read more... )

sick of loathing her self-loathing she thinks i had better leave ( Read more... )