December 2010
I want to read a book about a woman and her dogs
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who packs up her stuff and moves out to a Farm by herself in the middle of winter. I want to read about the basement that is nailed shut, and the different building she explores on the property, and being snowed in, and coffee from the future and new bed, and Farmer Jerry and ordering heating oil.
I want to read about the Boy, and the ExBasement Husband and the way the current...
I want to read a book about a woman and her dogs
ashamedtosay:
who packs up her stuff and moves out to a Farm by herself in the middle of winter. I want to read about the basement that is nailed shut, and the different building she explores on the property, and being snowed in, and coffee from the future and new bed, and Farmer Jerry and ordering heating oil.
I want to read about the Boy, and the ExBasement Husband and the way the current...
Because what the world needs now is a song about...
Dear People Who Tell Me I Shouldn't Address Bean...
Hush the fuck up.
Winter holidays at the equator are confusing.
The calendar and the parang on the radio insist that Christmas is coming, but my boob sweat is decidedly unconvinced.
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I haven't worn socks since July.
Firework // Katy Perry
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Here's what.
I’ll start the way I started this conversation with my mom:
I’m fine. And Bean’s great. But something terrible happened.
I was cryptic, yet quite positive and optimistic when I last posted. But I was also feeling shrinkingly private, and a bit overwhelmed by everything that was going on, even the good parts. Then I realized that I was wasting time analyzing, time that would be...