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Chronicle of Girl: June 2011
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One girl's musings on life, culture,. Her mishaps as an adult,. And her awkward childhood. Tuesday, June 14, 2011. The Cat Lady Writes a Letter to the Cat Food Company: What Idle Cat Lady Hands Do With Their Idle Time. I got home, unpacked the big box of canned cat food I opted for finally- the variety pack! I opened the box, and as you'll read in the following letter to Purina, this is what I discovered:. It's called a variety pack for a reason! Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). When It Bites, It Bites Hard.
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Chronicle of Girl: February 2011
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One girl's musings on life, culture,. Her mishaps as an adult,. And her awkward childhood. Saturday, February 12, 2011. Books, books, books! Ever since I finished Aimee Bender's The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake. In September, I have been having a hard time finding writing that will keep my attention. I have recently become a fan of fiction again, but fiction that sometimes I might be embarrassed to admitting, though who I am I trying to impress, really? Last week I ordered The Truth of the Matter, Th...
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Chronicle of Girl: My First Teaching Dream
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One girl's musings on life, culture,. Her mishaps as an adult,. And her awkward childhood. Tuesday, July 12, 2011. My First Teaching Dream. But my anxiety isn't inhabiting my every thought, so I was surprised I had my first teaching dream last night. I wondered. This isn't enough people for a group activity! Those aren't professional shoes. You're wearing Crocs while teaching at a university? I thought to myself, they just couldn't hear me. The next instructor, a new instructor, too, showed up for her cl...
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Chronicle of Girl: August 2010
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One girl's musings on life, culture,. Her mishaps as an adult,. And her awkward childhood. Tuesday, August 3, 2010. Laziness, missing noses, bums, pap pizza, and hatchets. Here are some highlights for the week, though. 1 During a fight in the Boise area, a man bit off another man's nose. WTF? 2 I saw a homeless man today wearing a sign that said "KICK ME FOR A DOLLAR." A friend and I talked about how the sign grammatically means, kick the guy, and. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). When It Bites, It Bites Hard.
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Chronicle of Girl: Pin Interest
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One girl's musings on life, culture,. Her mishaps as an adult,. And her awkward childhood. Friday, January 17, 2014. December 24, 2013. No, mom. Try again," I replied. You sound like such a teacher right now," my sister said. "I'd have lost my patience by now. Better you than me.". I was trying to teach my mom how to shut down her new Chromebook I'd gotten her for Christmas. Um, is it this thing? That says, shutdown? I exclaimed in a way you'd praise a new puppy for going pee outside. How did she do that?
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Chronicle of Girl: December 2010
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One girl's musings on life, culture,. Her mishaps as an adult,. And her awkward childhood. Thursday, December 30, 2010. At one time, we lived across the street from a strange, poor family that buttered their sandwiches with a lot of mayonaise- and the parents used to ask each other when making sandwiches for each other "Lou? You want it thick on the mayo or thin? Tuesday, December 28, 2010. When I Spill Tabasco, I Touch Myself. That's a likely story. Unless you spilled it directly on your pee hole, right?
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Chronicle of Girl: May 2010
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One girl's musings on life, culture,. Her mishaps as an adult,. And her awkward childhood. Sunday, May 30, 2010. Splatter: a Story About Friends. When I was 16 years old, I bought my first car. This was after the destruction of the first car I drove in high school, my mom's red 1986 Hyundai Excel. I planned for the Hyundai to be my car forever and always, that is, until I got creamed by a woman in front of Hawks stadium. It turns out, he was lying. Maybe From a suicide? Friday, May 28, 2010. And who will...
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Chronicle of Girl: April 2011
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One girl's musings on life, culture,. Her mishaps as an adult,. And her awkward childhood. Tuesday, April 12, 2011. Nerdy Birdy, Look Who's Turning Thirty. There is nothing more depressing than reading the New York Times. And comparing myself to others in my age group that makes me nervous. Born in 1986, she just turned 25. She still gets to fuck off and drink a lot and wear meat suits, but she is easily now a millionaire (billionaire) and shits gold records. I will never shit gold records, thoug...Bette...
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Chronicle of Girl: July 2010
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One girl's musings on life, culture,. Her mishaps as an adult,. And her awkward childhood. Tuesday, July 13, 2010. What is this about? I asked her. As if she would have a coherent answer. "They probably found an error in your taxes." *blink blink* "Right, but this is supposed to be random, and it is the second time it has happened to me." "It happens to me all the time" she said. *blink blink* It was probably the first smart thing she said. Wouldn't your parents make sure you don't. Screw up your taxes?
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Chronicle of Girl: Pepperoni Man
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One girl's musings on life, culture,. Her mishaps as an adult,. And her awkward childhood. Monday, January 13, 2014. When my sister got divorced, she started dating furiously. At 21, I hadn’t figured out how to drink properly; I drank to excess and threw up each time I drank and usually lied down on the carpet behind the counter at the record store where I worked on Saturday mornings. There’s no possible way I could have been married to another human at that point. But moreso, you don’t want to bel...
