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Love never ends.
I guess PostSecret isn't going to show my postcard. I'm a little sad about this, but mostly I am just happy that it's out there, y'know? It's not my secret anymore...it's a part of the world. Or the US Postal Service. Or something. :) Something bigger than myself, in any case.
I was super-productive yesterday, doing laundry, running errands, and ( Read more... ) -
dig me up from under what is covering the better part of me
I usually prefer toothpastefordinner.com's everyday comics, but well, this one made me laugh out loud today (by the WIFE of the guy who does toothpastefordinner, hers is nataliedee.com). I think you'll see why.
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this is me being social.
I wanted to post a public entry, in case I have (non-friended) admirers here on LJ. It's a very romantic notion, to want someone you don't even know to like or respect you solely on the basis of your blog. Nevertheless...here I am. :)
I will admit that I occasionally read blogs posted by people I don't know. It makes me feel connected to them...for ( Read more... ) -
how to fight loneliness.
Yesterday, I was just looking for something to push me over the edge. Gaddy almost did, but when I got to his house last night and his friend Kyle was there, my heart softened. Kyle recently got back from a six-month stint in Kuwait with the Army (not combat; he worked on their computers). I can feel how lonely he is when he comes over to visit ( Read more... ) -
friends are people who see your flaws and love you anyway.
Dedicated to my good friend Lance, with love.My grandmother Smith used to tell me that I if I had "a handful" of good friends in my life, I could consider myself blessed ( Read more... ) -
"it's okay. you're pretty."
This Thanksgiving break has been marked by all kinds of crazy encounters ( Read more... ) -
highlight of yet another disappointing Thanksgiving
I can't remember ever having a good Thanksgiving. My early childhood turkey days were marked by long drives to Pine Hill, Alabama, and the dank smell of the fellowship hall of the old Church of Christ. The highlights? My great-aunt Jenny's pecan pie and the graveyard outside, where I tried to figure out how/why individuals died ( Read more... ) -
"fuck art, let's dance!"
I spent most of the past week writing papers and catching up on ZTA finances. I really can't remember a lot about it; the week was a blur of classes, caffeine, and typing typing typing (especially with the "smite" button on my laptop ( Read more... )
