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Strawberry Blondie: snub.
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Sunday, 8 June 2008. We need to talk. Last night you had me in bed by 11:30pm. Now, I don’t know what kind of thoughts are running through your debauchery-ridden mind, but before I start getting some sort of horrid, reprehensible reputation, I need to set the record straight. You really should know that I’m just not that kind of girl. 8221; says the friend. A slight wave of panic washes over me. “Shopping? Since arriving, I seem to have become destined to be your pathetic tag-along. The girl whose so...
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Strawberry Blondie: food. part II.
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Sunday, 25 May 2008. The range of faux pas is assuredly limitless, but as is often a deciding factor here, laziness dictates that there are two main groups of faux pas. First, unforgivable ignorance and stupidity regarding the actual content of the food. Second, things to avoid saying to offend your dining companions. I’ve never seen a girl eat an entire pizza before! I interpreted the look to say to me, “if you can’t be attracted to guys who aren’t jackasses, than I’m making you ...Suffice to say, IR...
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Strawberry Blondie: sport.
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Thursday, 13 November 2008. A question of loyalties. And that is how I became an Arsenal fan. You should seriously consider spending weekend afternoons watching footie at your local watering hole. If I don't fully understand the Offside rule, it's only because I was distracted mid-explanation when the Arsenal goalie hoofed the ball from the net well past the halfway point on the pitch. “You know what's really impressive? Stranger in a strange land. The first half of the game was exciting, although after ...
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Strawberry Blondie: October 2007
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Saturday, 27 October 2007. Butcher the language as you will on a sweet card, email, or voicemail and it will be adored no less. Tucked away in my jewelry box I have an affectionately saved message that reads something like, “Your amazing. Can’t wait to see you soon again” which myself and the experts crowded around and confessed to melting a little bit inside when reading it. Exclamations of, “He sounds perfect! 8221; and, “Wow, Prince Charmings do exist! Wednesday, 24 October 2007. Clearly, as demonstra...
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Strawberry Blondie: June 2008
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Sunday, 8 June 2008. We need to talk. Last night you had me in bed by 11:30pm. Now, I don’t know what kind of thoughts are running through your debauchery-ridden mind, but before I start getting some sort of horrid, reprehensible reputation, I need to set the record straight. You really should know that I’m just not that kind of girl. 8221; says the friend. A slight wave of panic washes over me. “Shopping? Since arriving, I seem to have become destined to be your pathetic tag-along. The girl whose so...
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Strawberry Blondie: October 2008
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Friday, 3 October 2008. Of course, these evenings are never complete until you’ve discussed your smoldering homestead. If your house was burning down, and all pets and loved ones (as well as liked ones, moderately disliked ones, and people you feel a general indifference towards) are already safe, what would you rescue from the inferno? 8221; I kiss my finger and place it on the tip of his nose, “Of course, take all the time you need.” He slides deeper beneath the covers with a contented ...That’s ...
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Strawberry Blondie: birthday.
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Friday, 23 May 2008. Often times, restaurants will serve diners a little something following a dish to cleanse their palettes before the next course commences. The French lean towards vodka drizzled sorbet, while the Japanese prefer razor-thin slices of ginger. I wouldn’t presume to be so gauche as to launch into part 2 of Food without a little palette cleanser, strawberry blondie style. A simple, and horribly understated birthday note. 8217; I replied. Here’s looking at you, kid. 23 May 2008 at 18:59.
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my parents just got rid of those lamps last year | flying buttresses
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Cranberry trail mix →. October 27, 2008 · 9:52 pm. My parents just got rid of those lamps last year. This Hallowe’en I’m taking part The Big Wicked Online Pageant. Over at A Cup of Coffey. Here is my entry. My mother reackons I was going for the gypsy look. Me, I’m loving the living room decor (amazingly we still have that couch in the basement and I am actually sitting on it as I type) in this photo and my fringe. I do believe my bangs are curled upwards. Favourite childhood Hallowe’en costume? Such a g...
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Strawberry Blondie: flux.
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Monday, 2 June 2008. A conversation prompted by some sudden life-changing news of an acquaintance led a friend and I to pause and reflect our current situations in life in relation to where we thought we’d be at this age. I’d forgotten about my plans and expectations until badgered unwittingly into reflection. About five years, I thought I pretty much knew how things would end up. This almost made me cry at work. As much as the uncertainty can be scary, I think it's better for things to be in flux. I...
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Strawberry Blondie: coconut.
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Friday, 25 July 2008. I’ll see you one circumnavigation of the globe and raise you one seamless trip from the Malaga Airport to the cutest little boutique hotel you’ll find nestled in the pseudo-red light district of the city centre. Fuck Upon opening my wallet to pay for my beverage I find that the peasant has absconded with a good sized roll of bills. I’ve just been robbed in a church by a praying woman wielding flowers. Apparently God does exist, and he’s giving me the finger. A brief search of the gr...
