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As I most certainly mentioned like 7 trillion times, I'm moving. Just moved. I'm in my new cozy little duplex and making myself right at home with a billion and 12 boxes full of stuff, half of which I will probably donate after I get it
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When I went back to work last year for the first time in 10 years I had a moment of panic and excitement over a new work wardrobe. It was more like a total freakout. And actually preceded the actual getting of the job. It was while I was starting
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July was a wild ride. And that should come as no surprise, July is never tame by any means, but this time around especially so. The very biggest reason for my wild July ride would be the move. Oh, did I forget to mention that here? Because it would pretty
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moments that feel like memories when something cold stops you catching a breath in your throat holding it uncomfortable until you can decide what it is torment or hope fear or relief something familiar but unexpected you can't know until it passes
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I dream. Sometimes those dreams seem to begin before I quite fall asleep and last a few moments after I begin to wake. I dream deeply. I dream with all I have. I live there. I rarely fly anymore. I rarely run away. I never fall. I seem to observe.
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Sometimes titles are awfully important to people. They like a designation. A way to pigeon-hole you. To identify what or who you are. But sometimes there just isn't an easy answer and we wind up with a long bunch of loosely associated words strung together with a greater
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There's a book written by Jamie Lee Curtis that K and I used to read together all the time when she was little called Today I feel silly: And Other Moods That Make My Day. It follows a curly haired ginger girl through a couple of days worth
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Living in a time when so many of us can hold a world of knowledge in the palm of our hand -or shove it in our pocket or toss it in our purse- it's easy to lose sight of just how amazing the technology of today is. When
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A quick search of the internet for signs of the coming zombie apocalypse yielded results that I feel are fairly inaccurate. Bizarre parasites, mutations, and idiotic political leaders don't seem to herald the end of times to me. Maybe it's just the time I grew up
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This is where I tell you something gross about myself. Why? Because I can't think of anything else to write about that I can write about and I was quite afraid I would forget the password for my blog if I didn't write something soon. Also?
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Year and years and years ago, back in the day when I was young (but old enough to drink) I was dating a man who wanted to watch Titanic with me. The movie. I don't know if he really liked the movie or if he thought it was
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My thumb is sore. While I find it important that you note this, it probably isn't the reason for what happened last night. I could use it as an excuse though. Maybe I should use it as an excuse. My poor sad hurt thumb. Come to think of