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I need a minute. | Hot Nonsense
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Not trying to the change the world. I need a minute. February 18, 2015. What is so bad about the comfort zone and why are we always encouraged to get outside of it? Like, why don’t. Ok fine, I get it. But I like it there sometimes ’cause it’s hard being a person. Like a real living person and not a puppet made of wood. It’s hard with all the feelings and all the thoughts and all the circling that happens in your head when it’s too quiet. Why can’t I just stay here for likea. But it is coming. But c’...
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Not trying to the change the world. February 28, 2015. Just make it short. That’s how I started writing this. I said, “Just write a shortie.”. Have you ever been in the midst of things happening and stopped mid-happening and said ‘man, I am IN it right now’? It’s like somewhere between thriving and surviving. I’m doing that right now. I am IN it yo! I am so in it, it’s actually ON me. If you are so inclined, please repeat later with a bag of alcohol and a vegetable of some sort. I need a minute. I know r...
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Blame. It’s lame. | Hot Nonsense
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Not trying to the change the world. Blame It’s lame. January 17, 2015. Let us start with this lil nugget. No one is to blame but everyone is at fault that’s how the drama unfolds in my brain before my rationale and reason kick in. We all know someone who blames others for their failures. And sometimes it is. Someone or something that is causing those woes, and that’s fair. So then, why do I still do this? Here’s an examp. Ok, justnever mind that. But it IS his fault he’s the one I miss sometimes, a...
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Not trying to the change the world. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email. On The past comes hither.
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I heart you with all my emoticons | Hot Nonsense
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Not trying to the change the world. I heart you with all my emoticons. November 1, 2014. You know it’s not all you, right? You didn’t get here on your own. You have people that helped you sometimes just enough to reignite that cold kernel of belief in yourself. Other times, heeeeey new highlightersor an ice-cold bottle of something alcoholy. What.Ever. My survival of life has been dependent on my very own tiny village. A palm full of people who, without them, I just couldn’t have. But you are there.
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About | Hot Nonsense
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Not trying to the change the world. Hi pals, it’s me Tammy Schuster and I want us to be friends. I’m a second year CreComm student, freelance writer and pal about town. I’m originally from Vancouver and I lived in Toronto before moving to this glorious city. I like to try new things, stare at them, analyze them and then nap. I also like to kick, lunge and then kick. If you need me, I’ll be upstairs asleep. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Address never made public). The Life of Lucky.
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The past comes hither | Hot Nonsense
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Not trying to the change the world. The past comes hither. October 4, 2014. So, earlier this summer I travelled to the west coast to see my friends and family. This includes my new nephew, Michael. The kid doesn’t laugh or smile. He doesn’t cry either. He’s Mr. Serious. I liked him immediately. I have lived away from home for years. I go home. I leave. I repeat. My visits are usually split between Vancouver and my parents’ home on Vancouver Island. On this occasion, I spent a few days in Victoria. But da...
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In it. | Hot Nonsense
https://somehotnonsense.wordpress.com/2015/02/28/in-it
Not trying to the change the world. February 28, 2015. Just make it short. That’s how I started writing this. I said, “Just write a shortie.”. Have you ever been in the midst of things happening and stopped mid-happening and said ‘man, I am IN it right now’? It’s like somewhere between thriving and surviving. I’m doing that right now. I am IN it yo! I am so in it, it’s actually ON me. If you are so inclined, please repeat later with a bag of alcohol and a vegetable of some sort. I need a minute. On The p...
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Dry January (not for me thanks) | Hot Nonsense
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Not trying to the change the world. Dry January (not for me thanks). January 9, 2015. I have been faced with this atrocity many times in the past few days. Peeps declaring January as a dry month. Pals, listen to me. January is the worst month to stop drinking. You. January already makes me bitter, so may I please have a glass of alcohol to help me through the beige oatmeal of months? Why do I even have sweat pants if not for the wine? How Dare. You. See you in February dear sweet friend. No we do not.
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Mummy Dearest | Hot Nonsense
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Not trying to the change the world. September 20, 2014. I have this picture of my momwell, SHE actually has it. It’s a black and white photo with a white border. In the photo, a glamorous young woman is leaning across a large formation of rocks at the beach. Her head is turned slightly, and she is half-smiling at the camera. I know this half-smile. Not too long ago, in a recent flipping, I finally pulled it from the pile. Flapping it over my head, I asked my mom, “who is this? Who Is. This. Before she pu...