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Nightgowns and Cigarettes: October 2009
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Wednesday, October 28, 2009. Wednesday mid-morning coffee break. Sometimes I just don't feel like using my words or my brain because sometimes it all just comes out the same way as it did yesterday and sometimes I feel like I'm the only one who knows what I mean. You know what I mean? Sometimes I just want to be horrible and not care and not bite my hands, not hate my arms every time I pass by a mirror. Oh Suck it back, stamp it out, oh. Labels: confessions of a politically incorrect moron. I'm 24 years ...
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Nightgowns and Cigarettes: February 2010
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Monday, February 1, 2010. Blogger and I have endured a long and mostly happy and healthy relationship together, but you know the drill.we're all each other has ever known and we're ready to spread our wings and give new things a try, blah, blah, blah, etc. etc. Blogger.well, he lived here before I did, so it only seemed fair to let him stay while I proceeded to find new digs over at tumblr (who's already a lot sexier, more exciting, and frankly less of a bore). Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). I Hate The Earth.
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Nightgowns and Cigarettes: November 2009
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Monday, November 30, 2009. People sometimes forget that every beginning is an ending, too. The change, the change.it all happened for a reason, didn't it? I've made it. I'll keep it. It's you, always. The love of my life. The strange apartment with strange people. Dear Yoko Ono,. And I think I understand you. Mostly. It helps me think. Be…and yet none of us are. No one I know is. I try to be. I know I’m not. See, if I were you, Yoko, I don't think I'd ever be able to say I love you again. Or it could mat...
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Nightgowns and Cigarettes: December 2009
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Thursday, December 31, 2009. Mirages of Matchstick Men (and you). Made it through, didn't I? Marked by or displaying integrity; upright. Not deceptive or fraudulent; genuine. Characterized by truth; not false. Of good repute; respectable. Without affectation; plain. Of good repute; respectable. Without affectation; plain. All of them. And find out what I've actually been hiding from all these years, and if it's really as scary as I've made it out to be in my head. Harder than it looks. Hi, hi, high.
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Nightgowns and Cigarettes: April 2009
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Friday, April 24, 2009. This week did not start out on the best of notes to say the least. A Friday and Saturday of unbridled, dangerously enjoyable debauchery resulted in me showing up at my soul-sucking gray hell of a Major Depressive Episode-inducing cubicle on Monday morning without the following items (or, for that matter, a clue as to what in the fucking. I am doing with my life):. Eww, am I technologically dependent or what? Somehow I managed to. Rip one in half while it was still in my eye. And t...
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Nightgowns and Cigarettes: Not Here.
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Tuesday, December 8, 2009. There's courage involved if you want. To become truth. There is a broken-. Open place in a lover. Where are. Those qualities of bravery and sharp. Compassion in this group? Use of old and frozen thought? A howling hurt. This is not a treasury. Where gold is stored; this is for copper. We alchemists look for talent that. Can heat up and change. Lukewarm. Won't do. Halfhearted holding back,. The love of my life. December 9, 2009 at 1:01 PM. Your blog is a blog from my heart.
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Nightgowns and Cigarettes: Us.
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Monday, November 30, 2009. People sometimes forget that every beginning is an ending, too. The change, the change.it all happened for a reason, didn't it? I've made it. I'll keep it. It's you, always. The love of my life. The strange apartment with strange people. December 1, 2009 at 12:28 PM. December 7, 2009 at 12:46 AM. I hope your move went smoothly and that you are presently happily nested in the new abode! Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Toronto, ON, Canada. View my complete profile.
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Nightgowns and Cigarettes: July 2009
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Thursday, July 30, 2009. You're my partner in crime on failed hotel pool romps, with my back up against the brick, spilling pop on city grates during garbage strikes and cherry flavour shot stickiness. You're the Clyde to my Bonnie (circa Beatty and Dunaway because, like me, you wouldn't have it any other way) in Floridian seafoam green, clutching my pool blue fingernails and holding bottles of wine on my couch. Telling you stories of worlds I've never let anyone understand. The love of my life. Being in...
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Nightgowns and Cigarettes: A year, in review.
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Monday, December 21, 2009. A year, in review. This season. It doesn't feel like a single one that's come before it, not that I can remember. Last year, same day. December 21. I wrote this. Months and years past of train ticket machines click-click-clashing my passage to and from a place that I knew was my home. I took a train again this morning in a sweater two sizes too large for me, and stared out a frostbitten window knowing that I don't know where that home is anymore. Merry Christmas, everyone.
