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I know I talk a big talk of having things generally figured out, of preaching from a soap box about how wonderful life is when you learn to love yourself… but I’m a cranky piece of shit this morning. And this does happen often, I just don’t tend to think to write about it. I am crouched over my laptop in the spare bedroom (Ben’s … Continue reading When the Kid inside of you Takes Over
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As I write, 5 years ago today, I went on my first date with ____. I remember, because I got him a framed “Night Sky” print from the night we met (October 18, 2018) for Christmas that year. Pulled directly from The Night Sky’s website: “The Night Sky is a custom star map of the night your heart skipped a beat. Was it your first … Continue reading My Last Unhealthy Relationship
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In the last 7 weeks, I’ve worked more than I have all 4672 months of the pandemic; I packed up my small over-priced apartment and moved into a larger, cheaper one where the landlord doesn’t try to make slimy “deals” like increasing the rent permanently for a fixed-cost paint job and then say things like “Glad I’m finally seeing your true colors, Lauren” when I … Continue reading Single, Again
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2020 is the year that many people died suddenly and unfairly, but exponentially more people woke up and started living. Continue reading My Beef with the New Year
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Last night, a cartoon about kids going through puberty made me download a dating app. I’ve been single for 4 months, and have the intent of staying that way for quite a while longer or at least until I can iron out why I seem to be drawn to men who are possessed by the black goo from “Stranger Things;” but something about watching teens … Continue reading Two Words
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This little writing corner is my favourite spot in my long skinny apartment. I call my place the “rat maze” because contrary to the trendy “open concept,” it’s a series of little nooks and crannies, all wonderfully compartmentalized for an introvert who loves to nest. Every room is it’s own little universe, full of soft things and hidey-holes and materials to nudge me into creativity … Continue reading For the Love of Rats
I’m sitting at my desk in 8th grade science class with Mr. Doucet. For some reason though, all we’ve done for the past few weeks is sing pop songs, and he ALWAYS gives the solo part to Max. Everybody is frustrated but nobody wants to speak up. Mr. Doucet just has his favourite, and that’s all there is to it. But today instead of joining … Continue reading Don’t Cook my Cat
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