whatchuwannn

so here is a proposal. a call for suggestions. an invitation to tell me. what would you like to see me write about? here’s what I’m thinking: every day…or every other day…every few days…there’s a theme. or a series. or something. for example: Sundays can be recipe day. Mondays I can tell you a ridiculous […]

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40 thoughts

after a mere two days at work, I have an excessive amount of thoughts (40, to be exact): An hour commute to work is a godsend. An hour commute from work is Satan’s way of reminding you he is still alive and well. Timothy who? Look at all these adults, adulting so well, performing their […]

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this is fine.

I try to catch up on my blog reading on Sundays. Especially now that I won’t have the same low-maintenance desk job I used to have, reading at 11:00 AM every morning may be a tad difficult. But Sunday mornings, wide open for reading all the wonderful things other bloggers are talking about. reading other […]

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drunk dial.

oh, yes. the infamous drunk dial. there are two types of people in this world: people who drunk dial and liars. the best part of drunk dials is that you may not even have any recollection of the call short of the the call log history. It’s not like a text, you can’t go back […]

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speeding.

I’m not a particularly patient person when it comes to situations. I’m patient when it comes to people, I can tolerate a lot of bullshit before I walk away. but there is something about situational bullshit that really grinds my gears. Things that I should be able to control, going wrong. Can’t handle it. It […]

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from home. 

I should probably let you know I’m still here. So I’m writing a blog post from home, on my phone, waiting for my dad to ask “who the hell are you texting?!” Can’t even do my cute little uncapitalized first sentence of the paragraph thing because my phone resists with much less emotion than the […]

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golden.

we were not close. Not then, not now, not ever. You had a way about you where it never seemed to matter. I hadn’t seen you in over a year. We only texted a few times. I don’t know if I ever sent you a snapchat. We are 22, our reunion should not have transpired […]

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