Tag: life
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Love Is Like Bubble Gum
I. Love is Like Bubble Gum Love is like Bubble Gum. At first, it’s really hard. Then it’s SO SWEET. For like, a minute. And then it starts to break apart. But you keep chewing it because you don’t want to believe that it’s already over. And when you finally spit it out, you can…
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Teething Again!
Remember about six months ago, when my wisdom tooth was acting up and I endured severe mouth pain so bad I hated to even talk? It’s back again. I’m teething in full force, and that’s my excuse for not being able to compose proper bloggage right now. I’ll be over here marathoning Being Human and…
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Checking Out
He was definitely checking me out. He looked me up and down before focusing on my boots, smiled right into my face and said, “Nice boots.” I think maybe I scowled and kept on walking. I was on my way to work, after all, and in no mood to entertain the foolishness of a random…
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What We Learned This Christmas
Last year, I never got to see my family for Christmas. And I was miserable. This time around, it had been six months since I had seen any member of my family. Oh, the old story: working too hard, not enough time, costs too much to travel… But I realized something. I missed my…
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December 2013 Photo-A-Day: Week Four
DAY 22. SPRAKLY – up close of my candle holder DAY 23. TRADITION – bus selfie. So ready to be done with the day. DAY 24. WRAPPED – I did mine up on gold, SEE??? DAY 25. THE BEST BIT OF MY DAY – new carpet is pretty awesome! DAY 26. WHERE I SLEPT –…
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Christmas Traditions: Livin’ It!
Last night, amid sleigh bells bus exhaust fumes, I arrived home for Christmas and I couldn’t be more ecstatic. I hope all of you have equal chance to share time with people you love while all the banks and businesses are closed! Last year, I wasn’t so lucky, so I wrote about all the things…
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30 1/2
December 21. You would be something like 30 and a half years old today. And in a way, it feels like you are. It feels like I can swing by your parents house and find a fire in the basement and you, drink in hand, ready to shoot the shit, as always. Like I might…
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Laundry Pickup Service
So last week I was sick. At the first sign of getting better, I realized my life was A MESS. Dirty clothes everywhere, near-empty seltzer bottles, random buckets lying around. I had to start somewhere and I started with laundry. My main concern with this Herculean task was being able to carry all my heavy…
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December 2013 Photo-A-Day: Week Two
Another week has come and gone in the Fat Mum Slim December 2013 Photo-A-Day Challenge and I think I’ve gotten the hang of it and am really enjoying subverting these prompts! Heh heh heh Day 8. I SHOP HERE – Boy do I ever. I spent a small fortune (all my tips from the night…
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Sick Thoughts
Everyone tells me, “You push yourself too hard,” as if that’s supposed to be negative! In my opinion, I should push harder. I’m proud of pushing hard! Pushing hard is a badge of honor! Until it catches up to you. So this week I have caught what I am assuming is either yellow fever or…
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I’m A Little Teapot, Apparently
I’ve sworn up and down that I’m a coffee person. Don’t worry! I still am! But I have a confession: I’ve been cheating on coffee…with tea. I know! I want to kick my own ass. Trust. But I’ve been trying different teas and not just because I’ve had the sniffles! Tea can be good! Sometimes! …
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Currently… in December 2013
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#fmsphotoaday prompt was “red.” Observe my red sicky face. FEELING: a little sour on Christmas, actually. My store has been playing Christmas music since before Thanksgiving,which I am not okay with. If I hear ANY version of “All I Want For Christmas is You,” I may be physically I’ll or commit some kind of violence.…
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I Am 29 Going On 80
So apparently I am an old fogey now. I was exhausted all day at work after a late night. What was I doing? I drank too much tea, got all hopped up on caffeine, and was embroidering listening to Glenn Miller and his orchestra. I’m totally fine with this. I’ll be thirty in half a…
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Be Weird
Source Lately I have been thinking a lot about a girl I went to school with. Let’s call her Sarah Wilson. She was very pretty. Not just in the objective way: she looked exactly the way every heroine ever would have been described. Long, blonde hair with natural highlights cut blunt between her shoulders and…
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Currently…in November 2013
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Oh man, November already? Seems like just yesterday I was trying to remember to write 2013, and now it’s almost over! October is my busiest month, and I know I haven’t spent as much time blogging because I have been either working or PTFO ASLEEP. I am resolved to post more, even if it’s not…
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If You See This Man…
…punch him in the eye. He was sitting next to me on the 3 Train this weekend, taking up the better part of three seats when one would have sufficed, wiggling around and generally having terrible train etiquette. As the train approached 96th Street, I started to rise from my seat to get off…
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IRL
Bloggers love to talk about “blogging honestly.” But it’s impossible to blog completely honestly, because blogging is autobiographical! You’re presenting yourself through your own eyes! How can you be 100% positive you’re being your honest, authentic self? How am I different in real life than I seem on my blog? I swear ALL THE TIME.…
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Compartment
One morning, a few days ago, I caught myself unable to tear myself away from the view out my kitchen window. “This is my favourite view,” I said aloud. And meant it truthfully. At current moment, there is loud music pouring out the door across the hall. Clapping, live singing, a live band is playing…
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But First, You Pay
I recently saw something on Facebook that struck me as fascinating and out of the ordinary: it was a debate about something other than Miley Cyrus. Seriously, can we stop talking about shit that doesn’t matter and talk about shit that matters only slightly more? Like the age-old question: WHO PAYS FOR DATES? A male…
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Fallen Down A Hole…
…a hole called work. Blogtember is over, and to be honest, it feel like I have no creative juices left in me. Just pulp. And nobody likes pulp. And nobody likes to admit that they are so burnt out from working constantly that they need someone to prod them with a stick to give them…