balloonsfullofcoprolites.blogspot.com
Balloons Full of Coprolites: No, bless you
http://balloonsfullofcoprolites.blogspot.com/2013/11/no-bless-you.html
Balloons Full of Coprolites. Tuesday, November 12, 2013. No, bless you. I can picture the day in my mind. Eighth grade Algebra class, we had a substitute teacher. An important detail only because of what was about to happen. I was about to sneeze. When I sneeze, I discharge a high pitched sound. It has always been this way, for as long as I can remember and so forth presently. If I had to describe it, my best account.a cartoon mouse? The truth, I never thought about it much. Daggers—at a child. The troub...
balloonsfullofcoprolites.blogspot.com
Balloons Full of Coprolites: August 2011
http://balloonsfullofcoprolites.blogspot.com/2011_08_01_archive.html
Balloons Full of Coprolites. Sunday, August 07, 2011. I find myself here, on the genesis of my thirty-first birthday. This is meaningful for me because it is here, on the butt of my Thirtieth year, that I give up on “finding myself”. I have hoped, in all these years, to become better acquainted, more familiar, and strongly unified with this idea of “who I am”. Posted by Valerie Jane. The Mighty Morphin Power Rangers. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Not a lover of:. Sometimes I say stupid things. This blo...
balloonsfullofcoprolites.blogspot.com
Balloons Full of Coprolites: February 2014
http://balloonsfullofcoprolites.blogspot.com/2014_02_01_archive.html
Balloons Full of Coprolites. Saturday, February 08, 2014. Thank you to the love I chased forever. Thank you to the boys I kept returning to. When no one fully loved me. Thank you to those who took only what they wanted. Thank you to everyone who hollowed me out. Broke my ossein, bruised my casing. You allowed me to grow back. Thank you to the men who noticed me. Just long enough for me to notice them. Thank you to the men who. Thank you to those who pleaded for second and third chances. Just the way I am.
balloonsfullofcoprolites.blogspot.com
Balloons Full of Coprolites: May 2012
http://balloonsfullofcoprolites.blogspot.com/2012_05_01_archive.html
Balloons Full of Coprolites. Thursday, May 24, 2012. TO HAVE AND TO HOARD. The truth was this. I was a hoarder. You know, in the non-threatening—no dead cats way. In the emotional, sentimental, well-intentioned way. In the “it half makes sense I’ve kept some of this stuff.wait a minute I’m just rationalizing this twisted behavior” way. Recognizing I have had plenty of opportunities to throw many of these items away, yet haven’t, I decided to do the next best cathartic thing. So who's the real winner?
balloonsfullofcoprolites.blogspot.com
Balloons Full of Coprolites: April 2014
http://balloonsfullofcoprolites.blogspot.com/2014_04_01_archive.html
Balloons Full of Coprolites. Saturday, April 05, 2014. My capacity for empathy grows every day. And my experiences inform that growth. Living half of my life. Is just one example. More times then I will. Anything to quell my suffering. KILL THE TURBULENCE INSIDE OF ME. But every day I live. I know that living is teaching me. And I can forgive all the suffering. Because surviving it has afforded me. In all its fragility. Twenty years ago I experienced. For the first time. Who also happens to be.
balloonsfullofcoprolites.blogspot.com
Balloons Full of Coprolites: TO HAVE AND TO HOARD
http://balloonsfullofcoprolites.blogspot.com/2012/05/to-have-and-to-hoard.html
Balloons Full of Coprolites. Thursday, May 24, 2012. TO HAVE AND TO HOARD. The truth was this. I was a hoarder. You know, in the non-threatening—no dead cats way. In the emotional, sentimental, well-intentioned way. In the “it half makes sense I’ve kept some of this stuff.wait a minute I’m just rationalizing this twisted behavior” way. Recognizing I have had plenty of opportunities to throw many of these items away, yet haven’t, I decided to do the next best cathartic thing. So who's the real winner?
balloonsfullofcoprolites.blogspot.com
Balloons Full of Coprolites: February 2012
http://balloonsfullofcoprolites.blogspot.com/2012_02_01_archive.html
Balloons Full of Coprolites. Friday, February 24, 2012. I didn't invent the social media wheel. I just play with it, study it, and poke it with a stick. I am taking a very fun course this semester at Georgia State University,. Film 4780—Social Media: Theories and Impact. It has impacted me in many ways, one of which is this new blog post. Facebook: Because I’ve always insisted there be a permanent record of every stupid thing I have ever said. Facebook: We all think we are so interesting. Station Wagons,...
valeriejane.net
Disparate thoughts | Valerie Jane
http://www.valeriejane.net/disperate-thoughts
Balloons Full of Coprolites. Put it in My Mouth. This is the best picture I have of me farting. You never forget your first love. This world, for all I have seen, has too few men as wonderful as my grandfather. Still waiting for my nerdcore dancing Wikipedia credit to process. This is the best picture I have of me "looking as though" I am farting. Hey family members. Here is the Christmas card I never sent you every year. This is the best picture I have of me farting. You never forget your first love.
balloonsfullofcoprolites.blogspot.com
Balloons Full of Coprolites: Gratitude
http://balloonsfullofcoprolites.blogspot.com/2014/02/gratitude.html
Balloons Full of Coprolites. Saturday, February 08, 2014. Thank you to the love I chased forever. Thank you to the boys I kept returning to. When no one fully loved me. Thank you to those who took only what they wanted. Thank you to everyone who hollowed me out. Broke my ossein, bruised my casing. You allowed me to grow back. Thank you to the men who noticed me. Just long enough for me to notice them. Thank you to the men who. Thank you to those who pleaded for second and third chances. Just the way I am.
