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You'll end up looking at the sky: August 2009
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You'll end up looking at the sky. Wednesday, August 26, 2009. Sometimes when I'm stressed out. I like to lay face down on my floor to decompress. And also look at pictures of cute animals in HATS. Also someone needs to get me this for christmas or just as a great gift because I would die upon receiving such a thoughtful and amazing gift. Http:/ search.barnesandnoble.com/booksearch/isbninquiry.asp? Tuesday, August 25, 2009. Saturday, August 22, 2009. UGH THIS IS SO CUTEEEEEEEE. Thursday, August 20, 2009.
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maybe we'll get wings... maybe anything.: January 2012
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Maybe we'll get wings. maybe anything. Friday, January 13, 2012. What I really want to respond. Thank you for your e-mail ma'am. I do appreciate your correspondence. Am I correct to assume you are e-mailing me on behalf of your husband because his domain name is tunamcdermot and that in fact has nothing to do with his given name? I'm happy to get this situation straightened out right away. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. What I really want to respond.
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maybe we'll get wings... maybe anything.: Get your glad rags on.
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Maybe we'll get wings. maybe anything. Wednesday, October 10, 2012. Get your glad rags on. A refreshing discovery, that throwing parties four years ago it was typical to include 'byob' in the event details, amongst other 'polite rules.'. Now, due part to our age, the only thing that's typical is the response, 'What can I bring? And we no longer have to worry that twenty strangers will show up uninvited. Cheers to always having something to look forward to, otherwise, none of this is worth it.
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maybe we'll get wings... maybe anything.: July 2011
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Maybe we'll get wings. maybe anything. Friday, July 1, 2011. Saying nothing, that's enough for me. One day I will write a song about Christmas morning with our child. How we couldn't contain our excitement hours before- eating halves of cookies and gnawing the sides of carrot sticks, pretend proof that something else exists. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Saying nothing, thats enough for me. Simple template. Powered by Blogger.
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maybe we'll get wings... maybe anything.: Fitter. Happier. More productive.
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Maybe we'll get wings. maybe anything. Monday, March 5, 2012. Fitter. Happier. More productive. The biggest misconception I think my friends have about (me) getting married: I don't struggle with depression anymore. I've been getting leaned on an awful lot due to some unfortunate horseshit, which I'm fine with and. Very humbled by, but part of me thinks it's assumed that I have nothing to be sad about. That the things that made me sad two years ago are any easier to deal with now. They're not.
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maybe we'll get wings... maybe anything.: March 2011
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Maybe we'll get wings. maybe anything. Thursday, March 17, 2011. You were who you thought you were. Wednesday, March 2, 2011. The floors are falling out from everybody I know. Last night my dad found me bawling on the floor of our laundry room. Weeks, maybe months of bullshit building up in my head. I don't even know how long we were talking; I lost any measurement of time after I finished folding clothes. I would be absolutely nowhere without my dad. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile.
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maybe we'll get wings... maybe anything.: February 2011
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Maybe we'll get wings. maybe anything. Wednesday, February 23, 2011. There's an ancient pull. It's the little differences. Tuesday, February 15, 2011. I'll drown my beliefs to have your babies. It's the kind of love where I can't describe a single thing because no matter what I say or how big I smile when I talk about it, it seems far too trite. He deserves everything I'm capable of giving. Tuesday, February 8, 2011. Damn your ankles and eyes wide. Today is another one of those days.
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maybe we'll get wings... maybe anything.: I could be your carpenter.
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Maybe we'll get wings. maybe anything. Wednesday, November 2, 2011. I could be your carpenter. Is this bitch for real? Also, I don't think you single childless people know what you want anyway. You're always changing your mind about when it's ok for people to talk about this stuff. I think you all should probably at least meet up and get your story straight, but you'd probably just get drunk and end up having ill-advised, unprotected sex and want to TELL EVERYONE ABOUT IT. View my complete profile.
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maybe we'll get wings... maybe anything.: October 2012
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Maybe we'll get wings. maybe anything. Wednesday, October 10, 2012. Get your glad rags on. A refreshing discovery, that throwing parties four years ago it was typical to include 'byob' in the event details, amongst other 'polite rules.'. Now, due part to our age, the only thing that's typical is the response, 'What can I bring? And we no longer have to worry that twenty strangers will show up uninvited. Cheers to always having something to look forward to, otherwise, none of this is worth it.
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maybe we'll get wings... maybe anything.: April 2010
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Maybe we'll get wings. maybe anything. Thursday, April 29, 2010. And if young hearts should explode. No one has ever had a key or a drawer. Tuesday, April 20, 2010. Saturday, April 10, 2010. The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain. I don't care what you believe about gender roles, you try telling your man you can't take his dick or have his children. he has a choice, he can walk away. i can't. i was born to be different.". Wednesday, April 7, 2010.
