Tag: reminiscing
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With the lights out, it’s less dangerous.
Here we are now, entertain us. I feel stupid, and contagious. Here we are now. Entertain us. I remember the first time I saw the Smells Like Teen Spirit video. I was sitting in my Aunt Diana’s living room on one of her big, brown, furry couches that you could sink into. There was a…
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She doesn’t give a F…
I talk about my sister Teara a lot on here. Mostly in a mocking way, but only because I know she can take it and will laugh right along with me. See, Teara was the queen of not giving a fuck before not giving a fuck was cool. Once when I was a little buck-toothed,…
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Peace be with you, Tiffany.
When I set out to write this blog, I never intended for it to be so much of me reminiscing about my childhood, but since I never forget anything (blessing & a curse) and some of it’s too funny not to share, why not? Plus, it’s my bloggy and I’ll do what I want to,…
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Oh you’re mature.
Recently during a heated debate, one of my snide remarks elicited an, “Oh you’re mature.” from someone who is at least 10 years younger than me. I told him that if he meant it as an insult, I’d be the first to tell him that I am definitely not mature. Thank God. I’m not saying…
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I Marie Kondo-ed my closet.
Sort of. I didn’t hug my old clothes and tell them they served me well before gently placing them in a pile to be donated. Instead I tore through that shit knowing that I was kidding myself if I thought I’d ever wear 3/4 of it again and stuffed it all in a bag with…
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Not to be a whale-gutter, but…
At one of my past jobs several years ago, I had some of the dearest friends/co-workers a girl could ask for. When you’re forced to participate in the daily grind, it’s really important to find people you can take a break and laugh with, otherwise all you have to look forward to is TPS reports…
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My arch nemesis, the telephone.
I haaaaate talking on the phone. Not in the: “We have text now, why would you ever call me?” way, (even though I agree with that statement.) I mean, I have alwayssss haaaated talking on the phone. Which is weird because the year I got my own phone for my bedroom – a bulky white…
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