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Life Rules: Part One | The Harridan
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In which I mention my unfulfilled potential. No One Wants To Know About Your Cycle →. Life Rules: Part One. July 9, 2015. But, I was on the no. 94 bus today and I was trying to distract myself from the shouting snaggle-toothed baby and so I mentally composed some Life Rules. They turned out to be quite good. So I think I should write down some of these thoughts because there’s no use just having internal monologues all the time without releasing them into the interweb, right? Vegetarians, I get you now!
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Kippered Snacks: nepal
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Words too many comas. finely crafted semicolons. more words. 28 April, 2015. Medecins sans frontieres,. These and others are doing their best to help. please donate. Reading a book right now, " sapiens. That is opening my eyes to a whole lot of interesting about our species. simply written for the non-entirely-scientifically minded, but not at all simplistic. broad strokes of what sometimes could or should be obvious, but is often forgotten. highly recommended. As for Nepal and its mounting death toll, I...
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Kippered Snacks: dead birds
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Words too many comas. finely crafted semicolons. more words. 30 April, 2015. I had a sort of epiphany some years ago - so many birds, so many many birds in the world and no dead ones, no bodies, no carcasses, no wings, to mark their passing. it puzzled me that with all the birds around, there was nothing of significance left behind. Since that time, i have begun noticing wings, rib cages, bits and pieces of dead birds along the streets and sidewalks of my daily commute. What do YOU think? Oh my giddy aunt.
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Kippered Snacks: day one
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Words too many comas. finely crafted semicolons. more words. 28 July, 2015. Since for the last couple of months or so i had taken mondays off (in a hopeful but obviously ineffective attempt to put off the inevitable), today marks my first official day of unemployment. it is now 8:55 and i folded and put away one load of laundry, i am currently waiting to hang the next up on the balcony (in true immigrant fashion! In the middle of the day! A release of sorts? There are limits to my belief in magic. Spent ...
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Kippered Snacks: bad duck
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Words too many comas. finely crafted semicolons. more words. 28 March, 2015. 4 o'clock yesterday afternoon found me face down on a massage table, breathing deeply for what felt like the first time all week. ah, the week! What a week it was! So perhaps i needed to be taken down a notch. perhaps it is necessary to remember that while i may be good there are others better (oh god, how much of an asshole that sentence makes me sound! Microsoft, you suck! Labels: stoopid izz as stoopid duzz. Actually A.A&...
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Kippered Snacks: blues light
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Words too many comas. finely crafted semicolons. more words. 29 July, 2015. I'm feeling a trifle blue. nothing major, just a slight unease, a gentle tugging at the tendons of guilt, a delicate murkiness on the edges of sunlight. in a word: hormonal blahs. So yes, magic - you are no match for the harsh realism of my PMS! And yes, there was a period there where i thought it would all be magical from here on in. ha. Labels: nuggets of wisdom in my shoe. Ah, life, then. One must always remember that whenever...
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Kippered Snacks: gifted
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Words too many comas. finely crafted semicolons. more words. 20 February, 2015. Had it held nothing but the little card, it would have been enough. alas, it also held the most perfectly coloured hand-knit little baktus/karius scarf ever. If nothing else, this blog has helped me retain my sanity by letting me air my inner demons and finding an audience of the most beautiful people, some of whom i may never meet, but who nevertheless play a very important part in my life. For this, i thank you.
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Kippered Snacks: done.
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Words too many comas. finely crafted semicolons. more words. 11 July, 2015. Hurray for incipient unemployment! Let's see what's waiting out there for me! I totally get the voice that says blah blah blah why you should just suck it up and suffer, but Im very glad you told it to shut the hell up and did whats right for YOU. That voice, ugh! I try to remember that I would never talk that way to a friend of mine in that situation, so why should I let it talk to me that way? One you hate. Congratulations!
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The Great Within: June 2011
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Desire banality nostalgia mass culture art film photography antiques. Tuesday, June 21, 2011. Queering the Image 8: Gilding the Acrobats by Paul Cadmus. A Note to Readers- I must apologize dear readers for my dearth of posts so far in 2011. Unfortunately, real world events have been demanding much of my time and I have not been motivated to write about anything in particular. Hopefully, today is the beginning of more frequent posts. XOXO Kelly. Painted in 1935, Paul Cadmus’. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Trashsparkle: April 2012
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Thursday, 12 April 2012. Well, we're over the Excitement That Was Nancy Sinatra. No, it hasn't taken me that long to recover, but life. well, it just gets In The Way sometimes doesn't it. A brief snippette of recent things then. And a little (rail)road trip to family in the south. Oh, and buying some more Pixies and Yeah Yeah Yeah cds. But for now, I'll just mention the recent 24 hours:. Gorgeous green Kent countryside, oast houses, sheep, horses, drinking gallons of tea with my lovely cousin at her house.
