A brief message about vomit

Vomit sucks.  I am finished vomiting, and C is finished vomiting, but I fear Lucy is just beginning.  She is leaning over the side of the couch into a bucket, poor thing; this is round 2.  The baby vomited once, in the middle of the night.  Rolled over, puked, and then rolled back and fell [...]

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Something about ends

At loose ones, making them meet, split.  Who knows.  Actually, all of the aforementioned cliches apply in their own special ways; I’m going in a lot of different directions and none of them very successfully, I feel sometimes like things are falling apart, and you should see my hair-haven’t had it cut in 3 years!
I [...]

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in which life is random

There is a specific question for anyone from the Riot reading this on the feed at the bottom–I need advice about how to get myself to stop buying stuff.
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I am thinking a lot about Tillie Olsen for my paper.  Thinking about privelege, about struggle, and about how my favorite thing about “I Stand Here Ironing” [...]

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Hooray for Books!

I am once again reading fifteen books at once.  I have decided that this is actually me favorite way to read:  in clumps, grouped vaguely by subject matter, all at one time, and with a ratio of one fiction to eight nonfiction.  
I am researching a bit for the paper for my writing class and [...]

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Was it something I said?

Despite years of using them, I am still getting used to being the Thread Killer on message boards.  You know, the person who responds and suddenly everything goes silent.
*crickets*
This is infinitely frustrating when the message board is used to regulate discussion in one’s classes.  When one is graded on it.  When one asks direct freaking [...]

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Week 3: Who cares about carnage?

We’ve been sick here for days.  The grown-ups have been sick for days.  Exhausted, coughing bags of snot with two small children and event tickets and day trips and memorials.  From Queens to the Bronx to the Village to Queens yesterday, from the zoo to the memorial with trains that weren’t running a bus that, [...]

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Week 2–Moderate Carnage

Mostly snot rags and notebooks due to creeping crud spreading amongst our ranks and Lucy’s epic bloody nose this morning.  
Still have not found adequate way to store color-coordinated spiral notebooks for each class so these are on any available surface.  Do not come over and expect to be able to sit.  Or talk for [...]

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You’re So Fucking Dramatic

I have been launching, recently, into fits of High , Staple-hand-to-Forehead, Sisters of Mercy Drama.  I have tried my best to keep these in my own head because really, that shit ain’t pretty (and I do mean not pretty in that 4 am-the club lights just came up-and you can see the wannabe vampyre you’ve [...]

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