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Being Alone
Chillin’ at the laundromat a couple days ago…I surely do miss comfy shirts! There is a difference between being alone and feeling alone. There is a difference between loneliness and alone-ness. There is sitting in an empty apartment facing a computer screen, aimed at the television, glancing down at your phone and wondering if anyone…
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Be Afraid, Be Very Afraid
One month ago, while trudging through what The Weather Channel described as a “severe” rainstorm to deliver a ghost tour, just hours after having the outline of my chest tattoo done, I realized that I am kind of a badass. Look at me, a year ago. I was terrified I wouldn’t be able to live…
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Missed Opportunity
Things I Should Have Said to the Random Asshole Who Called Me a “Pale Skeleton” and “Anorexic” After Swearing At Another Random Woman, Making Kissy Noises, and Insulting Her Race: “Mind your own business.” “Watch it, loudmouth.” “Who asked you?” “Learn some respect, asshole.” “Yeah, go home and have a wank over me.” “If that’s…
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Science Fiction Rubber Creature
So I’m a little opinionated when it comes to Sci-Fi.My relationship with the genre is complicated. Unlike most people, I never saw Star Wars as a child, in fact, I never felt the urge. It didn’t seem to be my “thing.” My grandmother would sometimes watch Star Trek and to me, it looked confusing and…
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There’s Got to Be a Morning After(care)
This is a post about my tattoo healing process. Some people may be grossed out or even offended by the descriptions. Also, my experience may be different from your experience, and each tattoo heals differently under different circumstances. This is a (hopefully) humourous look at my own circumstances. “It rubs the lotion on its skin”…
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Non, Je Ne Regrette Much…
“No Regrets” is kind of a funny motto. If hindsight is 20/20, how do you know you’re not doing things you’re going to regret all the time? I try to live with as few regrets as possible, and yet there are always things nagging at my brain that I wish I has done differently. But…
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This Place Is Dangerous
This is me, dressed as a “wicked temptress”, or as some people call it, “a donut” What really gets my goat cheese at the candy store is when people call it “dangerous.” Uh, only if you don’t hold the handrails! I kid, I kid. But here’s a typical conversation with a customer: ME: Hi! Today…
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New York Doesn’t Heart You Back
My first response upon seeing this headline: Went a little something like this: In case you didn’t know this from reading my blog, tourists are awful, awful people. They treat locals rudely, and treat the city like Disneyland. Excuse me, but this is a real-life place, not some made-up Narnia. Stopping in the middle of…
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Dreams Come True
I know you’re thinking, “How old is she, 12?” Nope, 21. Moving on. This is my favourite photo of myself not just because it’s one of the only photos I feel I look honestly pretty in, or because I believe I am genuinely happy, or because being genuinely happy in the photo makes me honestly…
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Like A Kid Again
I miss everything I used to hate about being a kid. When you’re little, someone cooks ALL your food for you. And if you were anything like me, you hated it. I put up such a fuss over eating basically anything. I hated dinner so much that I gave up eating meat altogether when I…
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BRB – AFK
I’ve taken a bit of a blogging vacation – unintentionally – while I sort out how to have a personal life while working one full-time job, and having a part-time job on the side, and sometimes attempting to sleep. I’ll be back in a week to share my adventures in celebrity, trapeze, and new plans…
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I Stand with Planned Parenthood
(which is to say, I mostly sat at Planned Parenthood.) As an adult woman of nearly 29 years of age, it somehow escaped me that I should see a gynecologist. I mean, I’ve seen The Vagina Monologues – TWICE! – but I’ve never had a professional look at mine? Okay, that joke was a stretch. …
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On Selfies
I’m going to put this out there with zero judgement, and only love: I think I might hate self-portraits. Please don’t immediately click the “Unfollow” button! I’m not condemning anyone for their self-portraits. You guys, you professional photographers, you have amazing photo skills. You do your hair and your makeup and put on pretty clothes,…
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Parking Lot
I admit, I gripe a lot about the subway on here. The subway and I have a love/hate thing going on. I love the idea of getting in a tunnel and, minutes later, being MILES away. At it’s best, it is fast, whimsical, orderly, and friendly. LIKE ME. At other times, like when you’re trying…
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Currently…in April 2013
Feeling: Congested! I’m getting over the flu! I worked long hours during the worst of it. Today is my day of rest and recovery. I’m looking forward to doing a lot of nothing, sitting in a hot bath until the water turns cold around me, dragging out my orange fleece blanket, and watching trash TV…
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Pedophobe
The way I understand it, babies are sacks of goo that can erupt at any moment. That’s why we swaddle them in diapers, plug them with pacifiers and suction their noses with tiny little turkey baster things. No offense intended, I’m sure your sack of goo is just delightful. He/she may very well have a…
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Know It By Heart Beneath A Stone
Source: Uploaded by user via Meghan-Sara on Pinterest When I was fourteen, I truly believed that : “The reduction of the universe to a single being, the expansion of a single being into God, this is love. Love is the salutation of the angel to the stars. How sad the soul when it is sad…
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Personal
Source: fazstreetart.tumblr.com via Meghan-Sara on Pinterest Recent and ongoing events in my life have given me cause to reconsider keeping this blog. I felt as though, in certain situations, my privacy was being invaded, and part of that was due (in small part) to this blog. My mother advised me to quit, or take a…
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Supers Really Aren’t
Any minute now, the super of my building is going to ring the doorbell and find me in full makeup and pajamas, watching My Little Pony, waiting for him to come and fix three separate issues in the less than two hours before I have to leave for work. I don’t blame this super. All…
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My Ugly Truth
Beauty = constant perfection (?) A man at work joked about that “awkward situation” when you wake up next to a girl you’ve brought home from a club and “her makeup is off and she don’t look right.” I was stunned into action. “I am that girl.” He stopped, and immediately began backpedaling. “No, you…