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wendybirdstory: August 2009
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Thursday, August 20, 2009. Dear brooklyn home,. Please let that GIANT cockroach that i saw on the toaster oven. Last night be a figment of my imagination. Please somehow eliminate it from the universe. I'd rather have a mouse if you must send a replacement. Posted by Jessika Doyel. Tuesday, August 11, 2009. One hour too shy. Oh, why didn't you muster up the courage to take your hand out from under the blanket? Too scared too scared. Just take out your hand and set it beside you. Posted by Jessika Doyel.
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wendybirdstory: May 2010
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Tuesday, May 11, 2010. Posted by Jessika Doyel. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Red doors, cinnamon smells, cozy scarves, bearded fellows,. A good cup of coffee, subway awkwardness, old people stories,. Christmas lights, the big kind of love, truth, knock-the-breath-outta-you bear hugs. I have a love/hate relationship with uncontrollable blushing. It just needs a red door.
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Saturday, February 13, 2010. Right now, i could really just punch you hard in the face. I'm not a violent girl, but in an instant, that could all change. Sometimes people just deserve to get punched right smack dab in the kisser. and you are one of those people and now is one of those times. Posted by Jessika Doyel. Im gonna need a name. February 14, 2010 at 2:26 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Red doors, cinnamon smells, cozy scarves, bearded fellows,. It just needs a red door.
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Monday, March 29, 2010. So in with the new news. I'm driving across the country this summer with my lovely best buddy rachael. And i can't even tell you how excited i am. i was planning to stay up in nyc this summer, but with me not being certain if i had a job, and this opportunity just springing up- i had to take it. I wish i had a video camera on this trip. i've got a big question to ask and i'd like to ask strangers and see what they say. we'll see what happens along the way. Posted by Jessika Doyel.
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wendybirdstory: February 2009
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Saturday, February 21, 2009. Yes yes it's messy. The time has come to write. Posted by Jessika Doyel. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Red doors, cinnamon smells, cozy scarves, bearded fellows,. A good cup of coffee, subway awkwardness, old people stories,. Christmas lights, the big kind of love, truth, knock-the-breath-outta-you bear hugs. I have a love/hate relationship with uncontrollable blushing. It just needs a red door. Yes yes its messy.
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wendybirdstory: July 2009
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Monday, July 13, 2009. There was once a man who was never a boy. He always wore a clip on tie and asked for coffee in his bottles. His name was sam. Sam grew up as normal children do, with all his book reports and good night stories and fears of monsters in basement crannies. But sam was never squeezed. ever so tightly, ever so warmly. he was never rocked, his hair was never smoothed and combed through by a mother's fingers. And slowly sam begin to forget that touch was such a sense. Tuesday, July 7, 2009.
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Sunday, October 4, 2009. Had a coughing fit on the subway and looked like i had SARS/was sobbing. Stood on the subway without holding on (it CAN be done! Gargled 3 cups of saltwater (disgusting). Walked by right as a man pulled a woman into the street and laid a smooch right on her. I felt awkward, then sad, then happy all at once). Saw a girl with an old cameo ring. Thought i saw denzel washington, but was regretfully mistaken. Ate strawberry gelato that was 5.25 in chelsea market. Did NOT drink coffee.
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wendybirdstory: a letter a day
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Wednesday, March 31, 2010. A letter a day. Ok so i'm trying something. and i don't really know why besides the fact that i can't control how it's received. Every day for the next few weeks i'm writing an anonymous letter to a stranger and leaving it in a public place. it's up to me to write the letter and leave it. it's up to some one, for some reason or another- whether it's curiosity or fate, to pick up the letter, read it, and hopefully do the same for someone else. I don't know, but just hope.
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wendybirdstory: you guys/y'all
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Saturday, February 6, 2010. I've started saying y'all (again? Or maybe i've never really said it before living in nashville. there's something about living in new york that is making me want to OWN saying 'y'all' who knows. All this to say- -i think i've moved to tumblr? Or maybe i jump back and forth between tumblr and blogspot. i don't really know how to work tumblr but that intrigues me- so check it out http:/ whyioughtta.tumblr.com/. Posted by Jessika Doyel. Yes, your tumblr is great.
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