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We usually write to find out what it is we want to say, not to say what we want, and find the truth somewhere in the middle of that struggle between self-delusion and desire for integrity.

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Aug
31st
Wed
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Hello tumblr.!

I’m back.  Okay, deep breath.  One.  Two.  Three.

HELLOOOOOOOOOOO Helloooooo Helloooooo helloooo hellooo*

*Echoing through the canyon of my wasted time.

Feb
24th
Thu
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I Hate the Shocks!

Think about how many times you turned on a light and how many times you turned off a light today.  So many times you can’t even remember?  Now think, what if you are punished every time you turn a light on or off?  Now you understand my life in my carpeted apartment. 

Also every time my husband and I kiss each other. 

Feb
15th
Tue
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Feb
14th
Mon
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Harlequin Novels

My grandparents are the cutest ever.  EVER.  They’re moving out of Williamsburg, where they were both born and raised; where they met, married, and have lived always.  Now they want to sell my grandmother’s collection of thousands of romance paperbacks.  The books still look brand new.  Let me know if you want them and how many (and if you want any serieses or just a few randomly chosen ones) and they’re yours for the price of a nickel each and shipping.

Jan
27th
Thu
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Uch, Be Gone

When we get a big snowstorm and it’s so cold and snowy and everything is still I am reminded of the time I got stuck at a friend’s dorm during a snowstorm in December 2002 and was so hungry but there was no food and I was anorexic then anyway but I was just so hungry that I picked all the raisins out of a box of raisin bran.  For two days that was my biggest meal.  The dorms were emptied out for winter break except for the friend I was staying at and a British girl who had a large wine stain on her camel hair coat. The window’s steel frame right beside the bed was chilling and the floors so cold and hard.  And then finally the roads were cleared.      

Jan
26th
Wed
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They Look So Weird and Childlike

I know I have small hands because I used to play piano (not well) and because I wear a 5.5 shoe BUT then my husband said something about my hands being freakishly small and now it’s weird but every time I notice my hands I see them as being freakishly small.  This is weird.  Is there a support group for this?  I feel weird about my hands.

Jan
25th
Tue
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I’m a Nerd

This morning on Squawk on the Street Erin Burnett mentioned Haagen Daz and the British guy filling in for Mark Haines said, “actually Haagen Daz is British, I think” and Erin said, “oh, I didn’t know that.”  And I said to the TV, “actually Haagen Daz was started by a mom-and-pop team of Jewish immigrants in the Bronx who made up the words Haagen Daz.”  And after the commercial break Erin read a little something from the editor that said that Haagen Daz is from the Bronx and the name was meant to make it sound fancy. 

Jan
21st
Fri
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(And also a husband, mother-in-law, father-in-law, sister-in-law, and three brothers-in-law.)

My nephew turns 3 today.  Happy birthday Noah! 

I can’t believe that within one year I went from not being an aunt to getting two nephews and a niece.  Life, for all its idiosyncrasies, knows how to deliver.

Jan
20th
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Aunt Aline is Awesome

My great-great-great aunt is on Facebook and my internet browser doesn’t recognize Facebook as a word.

Dec
26th
Sun
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Spooky

I just finished watched “What Ever Happened to Baby Jane?” and I’m freaked out of my mind.  Holy crap freaked.