February 2012
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Crooked Lust: Swingin' in the Bay →
punkassjim:
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Damage: two blisters, a huge bruise, and a numb toe. Clearly I should invest in some new dancing shoes. I didn’t even dance nearly as much as I had planned. I originally wanted to go to the Sunday night dance as well, but I had other issues that clouded my mind most of the weekend and I didn’t plan for the three hour break between classes and the nightly dances. The...
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Swingin' in the Bay
Damage: two blisters, a huge bruise, and a numb toe. Clearly I should invest in some new dancing shoes. I didn’t even dance nearly as much as I had planned. I originally wanted to go to the Sunday night dance as well, but I had other issues that clouded my mind most of the weekend and I didn’t plan for the three hour break between classes and the nightly dances. The dance I did go to...
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My mom walks up to me and examines the scar on my neck from an infected cyst. When I ask her what she’s doing, she says, “Just taking notes in case I ever have to identify your body.”
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So I guess it's Oscar Sunday.
I used to get really crazy about it. I’d make sure to see every nominated film, or as many as I could. I’d watch the whole red carpet ceremony. I’d keep track with a checklist that came in the Chronicle. I’d read up on analysis the week following. I’d practice my award speech in the shower. I’d pretend I wore some slick black number and got nominated for a...
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A bed is a lonely place.
Woman: Can I have birth control?
Government: No.
Woman: I got pregnant because I didn't have birth control and I don't want the fetus. Can I have an abortion?
Government: No.
Woman: I gave birth to my child but since I wasn't expecting it, I can't afford daycare. Can I have help paying for it?
Government: No.
Where's your novel
Every time I go home to visit family, my mother nags me about writing a novel. She’s obsessed with this little blurb of a thing I wrote my freshman year of college about a briefcase. It was for a grammar class. She wants me to make it into a novel, somehow become the next Stephen King, and then buy her a nice house on a hill, etc. etc. etc. My sisters think I should try to publish the...
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“You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves...”
– Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast (via thatkindofwoman)
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cadence:
Irma Thomas - Here I Am Take Me
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Forties Slang Phrases →
lotusmika:
Link courtesy of boombubble
I’d definitely like to put some of these back into practice, just sayin’.
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