My last update was as all sunshine and snickerdoodles... Hours later, everything turned to shit. So, we'll see how this goes.

Just kidding! I'm not emo. Good things are everywhere. Crazy happy stuff.

TheAngelaDuncan.com is almost up! Have I ever been more excited about anything? Nope.

It's not Thanksgiving, but here goes:

- Friends. GREAT ones, not ( Read more... )

This update is so cheery, you might puke.

I made a damn good pizza last night. Then I moved into my new room at the top of the house. It has a skylight, and I can see snowy pine trees from it. I woke up thinking I was in a hotel.

This interview just went up! Thanks, Ryan and Ashley for recommending me.

Playing more clarinet with Wendell these days. He ( Read more... )

So tired. Want to touch the pillow ( Read more... )

I am not going to read Kite Runner. Sorry, lady at work that gave it to me, and the rest of the world that made it the most-read Goodreads book of 2007. Actually, not sorry. Life is too short to read Kite Runner ( Read more... )

We're looking for a housemate. We live in Ferndale. We are girls. We are open to dudes, depending on their level of dudeness.

It's Monday. I'm at work. I can't concentrate. I want to run around.

Here's a picture of my house, if you're interested.


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I told someone I was really good at jungle gyms last night in my dream. Don't believe me if I tell you that in real life. I also dreamed I was finding great deals on new mattresses. That would be nice in real life, because mine hurts my back.


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I just want the world and Livejournal to know that I have no fucking idea where I am, directionally. For months, I have just assumed that the road outside this office runs East and West, as half of all roads should. (The other half should run North and South, of course.) But here, the sun sets in the previously-thought Northeast and blinds me ( Read more... )

I spent a lot of time looking at a baby over Thanksgiving. We're really good friends now. He is nine months old, lives three and a half hours away, and has two tiny teeth. He feels like my brother, but he's my little sister's son. I could see thought processes happening behind his eyes, and he meant every little single thing he did. When he gets ( Read more... )

what's new? everything will kill you. i learned that microwave popcorn butter is killing the people who make it, because it makes the insides of their lungs all buttery. they die, and that is my interpretation ( Read more... )

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