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Life as a former insomniac. | Mornings can be so lovely, after all. I must be getting old. | Page 2
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Life as a former insomniac. Mornings can be so lovely, after all. I must be getting old. Newer posts →. April 17, 2008. Ever know what it felt like, to know exactly what you’d leave behind and feel like walking away anyway? I don’t know quite how dramatic it really is, but I’m wondering if I actually need to come back home. Or if I need to visit home, say hi, and hop on out. Sneaking suspicions tell me the latter. Less sneaky things tell me there would be a lot of people quite upset over that. What I did...
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Blast it. | Life as a former insomniac.
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Life as a former insomniac. Mornings can be so lovely, after all. I must be getting old. Thought I was gone, eh? October 27, 2011. Day three of the migraine that could. I’m left unable. God bless Phenergan. God bless loose-knit IKEA blankets and candles that smell like gingerbread and cost four bucks. God bless…God bless socks. It’s nippy in here. It’s worth three copays to stop that from happening. Also it’s Halloween weekend and my friend’s birthday tomorrow night and I’ve got a great...Das sagen sie j...
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Poor, Unfortunate Souls. | Life as a former insomniac.
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Life as a former insomniac. Mornings can be so lovely, after all. I must be getting old. Thought I was gone, eh? Poor, Unfortunate Souls. May 19, 2010. I absolutely despise myself. It’s not for the reasons my mom wants to believe. I don’t think I’m an amoral fool who’s deserted her family for the sake of her selfish adventures. That’s not entirely true. I am selfish. Why do some parents hate their children this way? I want to be two people. My mother is not proud of me. She can’t bring herself ...Address...
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Once again | Life as a former insomniac.
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Life as a former insomniac. Mornings can be so lovely, after all. I must be getting old. Poor, Unfortunate Souls. →. April 1, 2010. And this time, with feeling. I don’t know why I keep getting drawn back in, but one of these days I’m going to stick with it. Mostly because by now, everyone has forgotten about this, and by now, I can just write with reckless abandon. Oh, come on. You know this story. Or maybe you’re a better liar than I am. And what little fighting I did was subtle. And the worst feeli...
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Who am I? | Life as a former insomniac.
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Life as a former insomniac. Mornings can be so lovely, after all. I must be getting old. A lot of me is in the “pages” of this blog. More of me comes out in writing than comes out in day-to-day interaction. Because this is where you generally do this sort of thing, I suppose I’ll explain who “me” is. 8220;Me” =. While I, as a writer, will do my best to entertain, to generate thought, to incite emotion, my main focus is finding a place to be me, unadultered, the way I see myself. But oh well. This is ...
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I don’t actually want to write. | Life as a former insomniac.
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Life as a former insomniac. Mornings can be so lovely, after all. I must be getting old. Songkran–Thai New Year. Whoa, man. →. I don’t actually want to write. May 31, 2008. But it’s been forever, so a good little update wouldn’t hurt. WordPress has changed a lot. Course, not nearly as much as I have, but that’s a given. What else are you supposed to do after you finally leave home? After you fall in love? That’s really all I want to say. This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Songkran–Thai New Year.
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Whoa, man. | Life as a former insomniac.
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Life as a former insomniac. Mornings can be so lovely, after all. I must be getting old. I don’t actually want to write. Once again →. July 14, 2009. I nearly forgot this thing existed. But through internet-surfy means, I have rediscovered it. I have also just realized that I have about 20 minutes until class. Damn. The other has been over 9 months now and counting. I’m at university, which is fantastic. I have an apartment–with a dishwasher! Oh well. Toodles. This entry was posted in Uncategorized.
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Bridging Fantasy & Reality: February 2011
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Bridging Fantasy and Reality. This story is about she who lives in a parallel world where people are transported in horse-ridden carriages made of sinfully dark chocolate. Walkways are strangely sprinkled with milo powder. Trees produce money instead of fruit. And when someone is annoyed with you, they start singing instead of shouting/cursing at the top of their lungs. Please leave your cynism at the doorstep. Thursday, February 24, 2011. The days are passing by so fast! I don't even know what to do onc...
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Bridging Fantasy & Reality: Graduation 2.0
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Bridging Fantasy and Reality. This story is about she who lives in a parallel world where people are transported in horse-ridden carriages made of sinfully dark chocolate. Walkways are strangely sprinkled with milo powder. Trees produce money instead of fruit. And when someone is annoyed with you, they start singing instead of shouting/cursing at the top of their lungs. Please leave your cynism at the doorstep. Sunday, September 11, 2011. 2nd graduation for the year. I owe this blog one too many entries.
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Bridging Fantasy & Reality: Joy to the Worrrllddd.
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Bridging Fantasy and Reality. This story is about she who lives in a parallel world where people are transported in horse-ridden carriages made of sinfully dark chocolate. Walkways are strangely sprinkled with milo powder. Trees produce money instead of fruit. And when someone is annoyed with you, they start singing instead of shouting/cursing at the top of their lungs. Please leave your cynism at the doorstep. Thursday, December 8, 2011. Joy to the Worrrllddd. 1 Groupon's Secret Santa stunt. To pitch ab...