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all eyes on me
mama, who is that man?
So today I was reminded that:- I am tightly enclosed in my own bubble, and as such:
- I have no real sense of how I look to other people.
- I haven't been shopping at Central Market often enough.
- I am still quite capable of scaring the shit out of young children whose parents - liberal tendencies aside - have No Black Friends simply by ( Read more... )
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My Geek Princess
one more year until dread
August 31,
2015
Simone Muad'Dib “can hardly believe she's twelve.”
(Her exact words.)
It's okay if she wants to stay eleven, because that means I get to stay forty-six for as long as I want.
Maybe it's all the GoldieBlox, maybe something else, but the Pretty Pretty Princess has decided she wants to go into engineering. While ( Read more... ) -
Eat shit, suits
folk, my arse
(I don't say “arse,” I'm a fucking potty-mouthed American; it's ASS.)
Have I mentioned lately how much I hate marketing suits?
So I get that James Vincent McMorrow is a white dude from Ireland who looks like a ginger hipster in need of a little orthodontia. I also get that his first album kind of fits in the Alt-folk bin at the record ( Read more... ) -
be easy
and now I weep
I can't really figure out why.
I am easily influenced by Alice Smith, I guess.
It's a sunny, if annoyingly cold, day, and I've had Homo Depot retail therapy (cyclamen, blueberries, blackberries, Martha Stewart Living Certified Organic Seeds [!]). There's no obvious reason for me to be teary in this specific moment.
I'm gonna have more ( Read more... ) -
she'd better reciprocate at some point
“simple” solution
Birthday be done, bitches…
Because I'm too fucking lazy, and because my brain has had enough of me pushing it around for the day.
The pertinent fact is that Vivienne turns three on 8 July, but her birthday party is tomorrow, I suspect because her mother is planning to take her to the coast next week.
So. The thought process:- Nothing ( Read more... )
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