February 2012
21 posts
this is the shirt i was wearing
that time we almost kissed
when i was dating that other guy.
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January 2012
33 posts
In seventh grade my teacher assigned our class the following: bring in a tape or CD of your favorite song, and give a presentation about what makes it your favorite. We had a few days to prepare, and I agonized over what to play. I eventually decided that there was no decision, and when my turn came I walked to the front of the classroom, two CDs in hand, and played - in succession, and totaling...
i’m 31. for better or worse (mostly worse), all the lessons i’ve learned about BEING AN ADULT i’ve learned by trial and error. EXCEPT THIS:
“a grown woman shouldn’t wear pigtails.”
THAT i learned from my early-20s-single-years, when i fell asleep EVERY SINGLE NIGHT to a will & grace rerun. thank you, megan mullally-as-karen. your voice rings clear and true...
When I was a kid I thought I was so, so, so incredibly smart. Genius-level. I could read quickly; spelling came naturally; I was able to retain information like crazy. All of these TALENTS were - I’m certain, now - the result of the HUNDREDS of HOURS my Dad spent sitting across from me, flashcards in hand. Nothing was inherent. I just had invested parents - and for that reason I was GOOD AT...
Seven or eight years ago my parents moved into my Grandparents’ old house; the house my Dad grew up in. We spent a ton of time over there when my sister and I were little - we lived five minutes away, and so were routinely shuttled over to show off Halloween costumes or newly missing teeth, a couple times a month for dinner, and always on birthdays.
In the mid 80s the house was veritable...