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Diary of a Late Bloomer: March 2014
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Diary of a Late Bloomer. Curating a life in abstract. Saturday, March 29, 2014. What it All Means. It's hard to write about this. Mostly since like anything I get seriously affected by, it didn't happen to me. Therefore I feel like I'm stealing someone else's thunder when I mourn. Regardless, my father's massive heart attack last month in the Philippines in addition to emergency double bypass greatly influenced me. Here's how. Did he love my mom? What would my new school be like? Posted by Shannon McClure.
Diary of a Late Bloomer: What it All Means
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Diary of a Late Bloomer. Curating a life in abstract. Saturday, March 29, 2014. What it All Means. It's hard to write about this. Mostly since like anything I get seriously affected by, it didn't happen to me. Therefore I feel like I'm stealing someone else's thunder when I mourn. Regardless, my father's massive heart attack last month in the Philippines in addition to emergency double bypass greatly influenced me. Here's how. Did he love my mom? What would my new school be like? Posted by Shannon McClure.
Diary of a Late Bloomer: February 2013
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Diary of a Late Bloomer. Curating a life in abstract. Tuesday, February 19, 2013. Took little George for a walk even though it was cold and kinda rainy and wanted nothing more than to crawl back into bed all day*. Drank 4 jillion cups of decaf english breakfast tea with tons of honey and organic milk*. Wished i could have caffeine since decaf tea is NOT THE SAME*. Wished I liked coffee, because the pour-over method sounds MAJOR*. And more of an interior decorator's approach to life*. Rearranged the flowe...
Diary of a Late Bloomer: January 2013
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Diary of a Late Bloomer. Curating a life in abstract. Saturday, January 5, 2013. When the heart hurts. Last evening brought some fearful information and i'm unsure how to cope with the emotions. i thought 2013 was going to be the year of health and now i don't really understand. without saying it all or too much, my heart is broken and praying even feels useless. but i still do. is prayer ever anything but desperate? Little sleep has been had. how to shut the mind's eye? Familial wellness stolen by the t...
Diary of a Late Bloomer: re-ignited, or "this is what happens when your heart breaks wide open"
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Diary of a Late Bloomer. Curating a life in abstract. Monday, October 6, 2014. Re-ignited, or "this is what happens when your heart breaks wide open". Women who Run with the Moon. How do you expect a woman to stand on her two feet if you keep striking her at the ankles. 8212; A Woman of War by Mehreen Kasana. Experiences which happened to me. Another woman would at least give me the decency of respecting me. As a woman. As a human. I might not like John Boehner. I actually do not have the...GOP, women in...
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Stockpiled!: June 2011
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This is my diary of makeup reviews, and also some things about my oddball life as a giant little girl in a tiny adult world. I'm Back for Now! I have just recently come out of hiatus. Please see the I'm Back for Now. And the About the Blogger. Tabs for more information! Monday, June 13, 2011. Law School and Beauty Bloggers. An interesting thing Ive noticed about the beauty blogs I follow is that a lot of them are run by law students! 1 Kristine of Temptalia. Click here to read more please. I mentioned so...
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The Diary of a Lagos Mum – Living life in Lagos (not the one in Portugal)…
The Diary of a Lagos Mum. Living life in Lagos (not the one in Portugal)…. What’s in the UK? September 30, 2017. We are watching X Factor, which I love. Unfortunately we are a few weeks behind the UK, but we (Vins and I) watch it quite religiously. So right now, we are watching and Vins sees an X Factor app being advertised and wants to download it. The following conversation ensued…. Vins: We should download the app, mama. Me: What’s in the UK? Weren’t You Just Born? September 7, 2017. My Baby is Three.
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Diary of a Lapband Mom
Diary of a Lapband Mom. Tuesday, December 6, 2011. FIRST MAJOR STUCK/PB in 11 months. As I have written about I have been struggling with restriction - not even knowing if I really had a band in there since I had been able eat anything with no real problems. Well. . . . . NOT ANYMORE! If you read a couple of posts ago I had gone for a fill early last week and have been noticing restriction and have had to be much more careful than anytime in the previous 11 months. Finally - I felt better. So embarra...
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Diary Of A LASH Addict
Diary Of A LASH Addict. The musings of the life of an eyelash technician with lash addictions! Sunday, 1 June 2014. Here comes the Summer! We all love summer and every year I am sure we all intend to get ready for the sunny season in plenty of time but, like a surprise house guest, it still manages to catch many of us unprepared every year! Stay away from the mascara! Because no matter how good the mascara, it falls short of the natural or full beauty a set of lash extensions create. It smudges, flak...
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Diary of a Late Bloomer
Diary of a Late Bloomer. Curating a life in abstract. Monday, October 6, 2014. Re-ignited, or "this is what happens when your heart breaks wide open". Women who Run with the Moon. How do you expect a woman to stand on her two feet if you keep striking her at the ankles. 8212; A Woman of War by Mehreen Kasana. Experiences which happened to me. Another woman would at least give me the decency of respecting me. As a woman. As a human. I might not like John Boehner. I actually do not have the...GOP, women in...
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Diary of a Laughing Girl
Diary of a Laughing Girl. Monday, November 15, 2010. I heart faces - silhouette. Well, here's my first i ♥. Faces entry in many months. I happened to see on someone else's blog that this week's challenge is "silhouette" and I immediately thought of this photo and decided to come out of my self-imposed i ♥. It was taken last fall at the NY State Fair. It's not the best photo but I love the colors of the sky and the tents in the background, which I enhanced with Corel Paint Shop Pro Photo. I'm a bad blogger.
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Diary of a Lazy Writer | Lunatic, obsessive, insane, passionate, human
Diary of a Lazy Writer. Lunatic, obsessive, insane, passionate, human. July 19, 2015. Is this a test. That I must blow? My damn whole lungs. I work to breathe,. Scratch my skin,. The answer, the sin. I can’t talk. I can’t speak. This came out as I was trying to put words on feelings. I hope you like it. Thank you all for following the blog as I leave stuff here from time to time. It was then when I stopped. March 26, 2015. It was then when I frowned. It was then when I drowned. It was when I shouted.
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Diary of a lead soldier.
Diary of a lead soldier. Lunedì 8 luglio 2013. A proposito di whisky. Di passato. Di rimpianti. Sono seduta in ufficio. La luce dei neon è tiepida contro i vetri chiusi. Ho preso un whisky con me stessa. Me stessa di sedici anni. Guardo quella che ero: come si guarda una fotografia, un amico che non si vede da molto tempo. La me di sedici anni ha gli occhi struccati segnati di rosso. Forse tristezza. Forse solo congiuntivite. Posso fare qualcosa per te? Ecco, te l'ho chiesto, piccolina. Io so già cos'hai.
