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Your mom. and her connection to postmodernism. Basically, I haven’t been able to fill a journal since high school and who wants that kind of hand- holdable evidence of your massive self-indulgent psychosis sitting around for someone to read anyways. This is better, because A. I know my (2) readers and B. It can’t ever be burned by my stupid little sister Amy because I didn’t invite her to the ball. Interests include psychology, literature, modern dance, music and shiny happy fits of rage.
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the safety magic of stage | Strawberry Road
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Your mom. and her connection to postmodernism. The safety magic of stage. This weekend was wonderful and went by too fast. Now I’m here. Where I need kleenex, orange juice and laundry detergent. Where I have a thousand papers due and projects half done. Where I blend in and no one watches and waits on my actions. Here I’m always late, cold and anonymous. How do we feel about faking some results for a social psych lab report? This weekend was wonderful and went by too fast. To TrackBack this entry is:.
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Your mom. and her connection to postmodernism. And, of course, the best and most utilized purchase of 2007: my gold lamé halter leotard. Lot’s o’ Love,. On January 2, 2008 at 2:54 Leave a Comment. To TrackBack this entry is:. Https:/ strawberryroad.wordpress.com/2008/01/02/experiment/trackback/. Feed for comments on this post. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Email (Address never made public). Notify me of new comments via email.
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Your mom. and her connection to postmodernism. Something like a phenomena. Is this just a Claremont thing? Case example: Let’s call him Brian. Somehow just about every weekend that I go out (which let me tell you friends, this semester has been about 4 times, whoo yah! I found myself standing in line at the Mudd hole the other night (Harvey Mudd’s late night snack bar place, great quesadillas, mk? And the conditions were the same,. 1 Almost same amount of party atmosphere dimmed lighting. An exorcism in ...
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Choice Interpretation | Strawberry Road
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Your mom. and her connection to postmodernism. I was wearing that one! I looked seductively out to the glowing red exit sign above the theater’s seats as instructed, but my mind wandered. What the hell am I doing? How did I get here? Did my Mom find her comp ticket up front? She’s always been really accepting of everything I do, but is this just too much? What’s she going to tell her friends when they ask about my performance? On December 16, 2007 at 2:54 Leave a Comment. To TrackBack this entry is:.
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the rrrreal world | Strawberry Road
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Your mom. and her connection to postmodernism. I wonder what it will be like when I have to leave college and no one will make me my own stack of fresh warm fluffy chocolate chip pancakes simply because I frowned and sighed when there were no chocolate chip pancakes left in the tray marked “chocolate chip pancakes.”. Who wants to start a puppet tribe? On December 10, 2007 at 2:54 Leave a Comment. To TrackBack this entry is:. Feed for comments on this post. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Coco across the pond.
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you know what I wish? | Strawberry Road
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Your mom. and her connection to postmodernism. You know what I wish? That I could make my “looking for” on my facebook account say “male outtie spoon who french braids.”. On December 18, 2007 at 2:54 Leave a Comment. To TrackBack this entry is:. Https:/ strawberryroad.wordpress.com/2007/12/18/you-know-what-i-wish/trackback/. Feed for comments on this post. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Email (Address never made public).
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Girl Goes to Dublin. Only dull people are brilliant at breakfast. List two…february…this must be the place. List one…not quite legit…. 1 List one…not quite legit…. 2 List two…february…this must be the place…. 2 responses to “ bruiser’s lists. January 22, 2008 at 12:52 am. Umm… you know i’m anal with the best intentions…. and You must send me your underground findings! Maybe a cyndi lauper throw-back Irish singer? Please, Please, let her have half of her head shaved too! January 23, 2008 at 6:17 pm. Edinb...
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I love Irish Rugby and do you know why? | Girl Goes to Dublin
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Girl Goes to Dublin. Only dull people are brilliant at breakfast. List two…february…this must be the place. List one…not quite legit…. Letter to my shower. Norther Ireland Weekend: Belfast ’08! I love Irish Rugby and do you know why? March 12, 2008. Because they’re nothing but a bunch of butch ballerinas. That’s all I’m saying. This entry was posted in eire. Letter to my shower. Norther Ireland Weekend: Belfast ’08! One response to “ I love Irish Rugby and do you know why? March 13, 2008 at 5:53 pm.
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break on through | Strawberry Road
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Your mom. and her connection to postmodernism. Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah! This morning, I woke up with a pretty sizeable hang-over, (thanks Ian, I really do love you) and was pretty sure I would never get up again, that I would just lay there until I melted into my sheets and then my parents could rope off my bed and they could put a sign up on the new I-10 for people to pull off and see a wonder of america, half-sheet-melty lump girl. Today, I’m thankful for:. Ian getting me drunk out of my tree.