December 2010
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I forced out as much as I could. Will work on more...
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Most of the people in the building never knew where the blind woman on the first floor had come from. The landlady usually seemed uncomfortable even broaching the subject, and while the woman was friendly, no one was willing to talk to her for long to find out why. There were rumors, though, especially amongst the oldest neighbors in the five-floor walkup. They all lived on the first...
reblog if you came out this year as cakesexual.
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Aye aye aye.
Viggo is 52. Till is 47. What can I even say to that?
Howabout, hubba hubba.
YES.
I managed to make my first eggs. Without burning them. Granted, they weren’t over easy, like I was trying for… but hell, this was a good effort.
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New Sigmund dream.
Free period. Priscilla and I were stressed out about I guess… our Russia PBAs. Mr. Mcelveen (my old French teacher) came and gave us all cookies, and managed, as he always does, to make us feel better. As in all my dreams, the sky was a reddish something, the apocalypse had come and gone, blah blah blah. I go to the computer lab, munching on cookies, and see Sigmund. He’s waiting to go to physics....
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Meet my grandmother. Everyone who’s met her says I look exactly like her. I call her “Taytay”, though I’ve also heard Grandmother in Arabic pronounced “Tahtah”. I always think of it spelled as Tata, regardless.
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Day II of weaning myself off coffee.
Slight crabbiness. Only mild head pains throughout the day. Nothing like my migraine yesterday. Not bad, self, Not bad.
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