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Nothing like an East Coast heat wave to bring people crawling back to social media. I’ve cheated on my livejournal with tumblr and I’m not ashamed. It’s so hard to stay loyal to things - boyfriends or journals, but I’m finally being honest when I say I’m really going to try this time. Regular updates and hey! Something I won’t look back on and ( Read more... ) -
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Because I have nothing useful to say, I'll spam you with a picture of Bebop. I wish I was friends with a Dinosaur.
Bebop and Marc the Dinosaur.
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I judge how well my morning is going by how annoyed I get at the performers in the Union Square station. Today wasn’t a good morning. Saxophones at 8am in the morning? Not even I was ready for the funk at that hour, and I’m usually always up for something funky.
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Planning my trip to New Orleans for Mardis Gras. When I told my mom I booked my flight, she said she would send me one hundred dollars to buy a cute new bra. I’m definitely a product of my mother. I shouldn’t spend money on clothes, but I don’t own anything that says, I’m not easy but I’ll take my shirt off for some beads, no really, I want some ( Read more... ) -
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The guy I used to sleep with, back when I could still sleep with people and not be overtaken with guilt, propped himself on his elbow and said, “You know, my girlfriend would really like you.”
I like to think of myself as a witty person. Quick to respond, good for a laugh, but all that came to my mind was, “…unn…hmmm?” We were naked. In bed. He was ( Read more... ) -
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Sometimes, make up for the words I can't find on my keyboard. I was going to make a large post of pictures that made up my 2012...but I got lazy. So it goes.
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California, I'm Yours
I'm not partial to Martini's, but I'm also not partial to flying, or spending the holidays with my mother. The waitress eyes me as she hands me my second Martini (do Appletinis even count?). It's five a.m. she says, as if I'm not aware that I had to drag myself to the airport at such an unglody hour. Yes, it is. Can I have my drink please? I'm a ( Read more... ) -
Two of the hardest things I've ever done in life:
1. Quit smoking.
2. Finding a decently sized one bedroom apartment, that is pet friendly, has a bathtub, good lighting, and parking. Oh, and has access to a backyard, or a park.
Right, back to searching.
