Bouqet of Clumsy Words

Jan 07

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Want that wall of windows.

Want that wall of windows.

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Dec 24

Missing summer right about now. 

Missing summer right about now. 

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Dec 19


I’d have to say my favorite inanimate object is my camera. 

Dec 18

Gumption is definitely my favorite word.

Gumption is definitely my favorite word.

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Eternally cool.

Eternally cool.

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Oct 11

Adjectives: Keeping things interesting

This week I am a tangled knot of adjectives: frazzled, exhausted, disturbed, sleep-deprived, overwhelmed and completely and utterly in awe of the fact that I have so much responsibility. 

There are so many things that I want to cash in my minutes for. I feel like I only have time to work and, if I am lucky, get dinner and then get to snoozin’. 

I have a tenuous love-hate relationship with the life of a college graduate. I thought I would have more free time after graduation, but I have yet to find it. 

The best thing to do, I have decided, is savor every minute for what it is. 

Jul 21



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“It all comes back. Perhaps it is difficult to see the value in having one’s self back in that kind of mood, but I do see it; I think we are well advised to keep on nodding terms with the people we used to be, whether we find them attractive company or not. Otherwise they turn up unannounced and surprise us, come hammering on the mind’s door at 4 AM of a bad night and demand to know who deserted them, who betrayed them, who is going to make amends. We forget all too soon the things we thought we could never forget. We forget the loves and the betrayals alike, forget what we whispered and what we screamed, forget who we were.” — Joan Didion, On Keeping a Notebook

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