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new home
loyal livejournalers:
in case you were unaware, I have moved. sort of. new rule of thumb is that if I am blogging about something really personal, e.g. my vagina, stuff with Paul, etc., it will probably be on livejournal. everything else will likely wind up here: http://tessacarole.blogspot.ca
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merry christmas and happy holidays!
I love Christmas. I love Christmas in this really obnoxious, obsessive way. I love Christmas so much that last year, when I moved out, I bought a six-foot artificial tree for our apartment even though I planned on spending most of the holidays at my parents'. I love gingerbread. I love Christmas lights. I love wrapping gifts. I love Christmas ( Read more... ) -
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I keep catching myself in emotional freefall.
need bungee cord. -
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one day I will write a short screenplay about how UTTERLY FUCKING HARD I FIND IT TO WRITE EMAILS THAT HAVE NO REASON TO BE MORE THAN 25-50 WORDS LONG. this screenplay will just be me powerchugging coffee, then beer, then hard liquor, as well as hitting the backspace button a bunch and bashing my head against my desk repeatedly until I cry tears of ( Read more... ) -
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crush on scruffyhaired bearded hard-drinking boy at workkkk
for once he is not even my superior
have made large inroads as we exhange witty banter at our computers; still unable to say hi even though he takes the same bus as me
NEED TO GET MY SHIT TOGETHER -
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like I have opened this beautiful doorway to the possibilities of cheating on his girlfriend ( Read more... ) -
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things I did tonight ( Read more... ) -
when you gonna realize/it was just that the time was wrong, Juliet
I am someone who believes that things, all things, happen for a reason. and I don't necessarily mean good things. hard things, bad things, happen for a reason. I feel this about everything in my life -- I believe I am on a path that is teaching me things, and challenging me, and that everything, everything is going to work out in the end because ( Read more... ) -
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I miss the part where my brain was working like it used to. like a sane person.
this is all actually happening in a way that is real, and terrifying, and stunningly amazing. -
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I haven't really talked to him in weeks. like, weeks. I'm not sure exactly what happened, at all -- one night he was picking me up from a party and the next day he was back to the military and then suddenly he was avoiding my texts and lying about not being home on the weekend while photos of him kissing his exgirlfriend, RECENT photos, ( Read more... )