December 2010
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“I made orange juice from concentrate and showed her the trick of squeezing the...”
– Miranda July (via daisyblue)
Not sure this is the best night for me to read this, but. YEAH.
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“Oh, another dateless New Year’s Eve for Kelly!”
– My mother. I think I’m ready to go back to New York now.
Watching From Across The Room
I’ve watched myself this time, from the chair across the room. I have watched and listened as I cried through the night. I’ve seen the sheets rumple and toss as my legs kick them, over and over. The computer is pulled toward me, the plug ripped out of the base. I’ve seen my arms get skinnier, I’ve seen my stomach shrink a little.
At night I hear my stomach growl, and it...
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Live inside this song for awhile.
Let it make...
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Later, we'll say we did it
We had plans, plans to take the boat you inherited and go down the East Coast after the Fourth. We’d watch the firecrackers sparkle like mysteries and we’d pull up the anchor and head South.
Maybe it’d take us a year, or maybe two but it hadn’t mattered. We were sitting on the money. It came with the boat, remember when you got the call? We cried and you yelled, and then the cash came in,...
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Zac Hanson has another baby; Kelly Bergin weeps. →
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Life, Right Now.
I am late to work, so I am running out of the apartment. I am leaving behind my phone, or keys, or wallet. I am forgetting to to make my bed. I am saying “fuck it” to the subway, I am making excuses, I am too ill to ride public transportation. I am taking cabs, too many cabs, I am telling them 22nd between 5th and 6th, YES, I said 22nd, no, not 27th. Two-two. Twenty second. Thank you. ...
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This song.
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The Single Life
Single Celebrities: Waah, I wish I had a boyfriend to walk the red carpet with me!
Me: I wish I had a boyfriend to get out of bed and get tissues for me.
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Block That Shit
Yo, so we all know that Facebook is full of friends we don’t care about and have long forgotten for better, more connected people*. This is especially true of people we knew back in high school or “college: the early and desperate for friends” years.
So I have this “friend” who I always hated but accepted friendship request out of pathetic politeness. She is straight...
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3 Ninjas Is Totally Unrealistic
Sorry, Colt, Rocky and Tum-Tum, but in the real world, Grampa would be dead (dude is old) and your civil karate skills wouldn’t hold a candle to a fucking bad ass ninja with a samurai sword and a handgun. Your Tigur Schulman wannabe ninja butt would be toast.
Oh, and Colt, Rocky—you look like you’d be hot now.
I’m no Emily, but call me?
Watchginablog:
To John:
Love, Paul.
This is so pretty.
Also, Paul McCartney looks so much like my friend’s mom.
IT’S UNREAL.
I'm Full Of Good Intentions, At Least
I went back to work last week with full intentions of staying on through the year. I was looking at my return as a comeback of sorts, an opportunity for me to reinvent myself and erase this shitty year.
But I was only back in the city for a week when I got sick again. Really sick. Sicker than I’ve been in months. And so this raises questions, about my job security, health insurance, ability...
Oh, sweet Lord.
Today I ate spicy tuna for lunch even though I have mouth sores and I was watching JFK JR being interviewed on OPRAH and my eyes were tearing so bad from the pain of it all and my coworker was like “Are you crying over John John?!” AND I COULDN’T SAY NO.
The Week I Went Back To Work, In Numbers
Welcome Back Signs: 1
Welcome Hugs: 10
Unwelcome hugs: 1 (Personal space, people.)
Times I almost cried: 2
Times I found myself in uncomfortable conversations: 2
Times I blushed so hard my scalp turned red: 3
Times I laughed so hard my scalp turned red: 5
Drinks consumed: 2
Drinks bought for me: 2
Number of people who looked at me as if I was coming back from the dead: 10
Number of...
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Ugh, I'm never gonna be Jewish. This bums me out...
Anonymous asked: How's your first day back?
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