Tag: rants
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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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Assemble!!!
I know it’s very trendy these days to throw around the phrase “I don’t cook,” but trust me when I say, I don’t cook. Oh, I could tell you horror stories about past attempts at such domesticity. Over-sautéed vegetables that taste like mush. Under-grilled fish that may have resulted in food poisoning. Burning the…
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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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Sunday Morning
Today, the world lost a rock and roll legend. Lou Reed, frontman of The Velvet Underground, passed away at 71 years young. Rest in Peace.
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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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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…
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Blogtember #9: A New Smile
Can you see yourself aging? I can. 2/2009, my headshot, a slight smile. Two days ago, self-portrait, slight smile My smile is different. I used to have a different smile. Somehow, without my noticing it, the entire makeup of my face has changed and my smile is not the one I used to have. The…
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Blogtember #8: Be True to You, Whoever You Are
When I started blogging, it was in the hopes of making more friends like myself. Through blogging, Twitter, and online publications, I became fascinated with all these awesome women and their lives – such as Nat the Fat Rat, Rachele the Nearsighted Owl, and Emily McCombs of xoJane. Each of these women, and so many…
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Blogtember #5: Take Care
Last Autumn, I took the Myers-Briggs Personality Test and got the result ESFJ – the Caregiver. I then proceeded to laugh my ass off at how accurately the result had pegged me. I live to please! Sometimes to the exclusion of my own needs! I’m always doing what other people want of me – well,…
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Blogtember #4: Nothing to Fear
When I sat down to, as today’s Blogtember prompts, write a story about a time I was afraid, I could think of none in recent history. Going back further, however, I remembered there was a time when I was always afraid. I was afraid of losing the people I loved, of getting hurt, or embarrassing…
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Blogtember #3: Like My Father Always Says…
There is, at my parents’ house, a trivet sitting on the stove, belonging to my father and bearing this Elbert Hubbard quote: Source: mywordstuffs.blogspot.com As a kid, I thought it was funny. Redundant. “Well, of course you don’t make it out alive… That’s the point!” As an adult, the saying has become a frightening warning.…
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Currently…in September 2013
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New bang trim…what do we think??? Feeling: EXCITED! Fall is my favourite season! I adore Halloween. New York Comic Con is just around the corner. And I count the days until my first Pumpkin Spice Latte from Starbucks! Watching: Classic Doctor Who. I keep returning to it because it has such heart and so much…
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How To Meet an Internet Date
1. Be first to arrive. That way your date has to pick you out of the crowd, not the other way around. You don’t want to be the asshole trying to peer behind every individual’s sunglasses to divine if that is the stranger you are meeting. 2. Don’t pull any punches on your appearance. No…
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Special Delivery
Hiya, Internet! Didja miss me? It’s been one month of radio silence from me except for the random here-and-there phone post. Shudder! I finally received my charge cord in the mail from the UPS! Here’s a funny thing about the UPS: they claim to be a delivery service, but they don’t ACTUALLY deliver packages. On…
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No Charge Cord: Week Four
Dear Outside World: It’s been four weeks without a computer. What’s a girl to do with her time? Outside of working 6-7 days a week, I’ve been going on a lot of OkCupid dates (post about that pending when I have a computer again), watching classic Doctor Who (more posts about that when I have…
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The Drive-By
Today I would like to speak about a phenomenon that annoys me to no end. I call it, “The Drive-By.” New York is a walking city, and you all know how much I LOOOOVE walking. I would walk until my feet fall off! I sometimes do! Walking allows you to appreciate your environment, puts you…
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Head-Space
I have a theory. On interior decorating. My theory is that you decorate your personal space the way the inside of your head looks. What? Ew. Not literally.Let’s take for example, my apartment. My flatmate is very organized and responsible. She is a self-described fan of modern, minimalist design. Nothing on the walls, nothing on…
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If You Only Have Five Minutes to Live
You know those weird religious recruitment pamphlets that people slide under your apartment door? (No, you don’t get those? That’s weird. Cuz yeah, THAT’S weird.) Well, it gave me an idea: What would you do if: – you knew you only had five minutes to live? – you just found out that you only had…
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Sharing is Caring…NOT
I consider myself a very sharing person. Therefore, I am a very CARING person. But you have to draw the line somewhere: Are you an over-sharer? Or do you refuse to share? Is it weird that I don’t like sharing any of these things? “Share” in the comments!
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Licorice Lover
At last week’s session, I joked with my therapist that if I traveled back in time one year to give my former self a badly-needed hug, I wouldn’t recognize me. I dress and act like a totally different person and oh yeah, I eat licorice now. Not just the lame, cheater, strawberry licorice. The good…