Oh geez, draw a picture!
Once upon a time there was a girl who loved retail, france, mojito martinis, tights, and the idea that everything will be OK.
She planned parties and then raged them.
...and this is what she had to say.
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…Safin to the semi’s. YEAH!
Samantha, Kirsten, Felicity, Molly, Kit, Addy, Kaya, Josefina... I bet there are more by now.
Did you have an American Girl doll? I’m reading on Jezebel about the new movie. Kit was cute, though I was long out of the dolls when she came around. However, if they brought Samantha to theatres I’d go in a heartbeat to just reminisce.
Molly was my first. Then I got Kirsten, then Addy. But I had aaaall the books and paper dolls (that were available when I was the right age) and I still credit them for my love of history. Also, my obsession with period dramas. My parents were hard-asses and only bought me educational toys, which meant my dolls only got the period clothing which meant I spent most of my childhood playing pretend in the 18th and 19th centuries. My dorkdom didn’t come from nowhere, people.
i had samantha first then molly, or whichever one came out first. looved those books…however i also was really into avonlea and anne of green gables.
I have Samantha, Addy, Felicity and the ‘make the doll that looks like you’ …I used to love dolls when I was little. And the thing was, we didn’t have a lot of money growing up, so I would get them as big presents, for birthdays, christmas. My mom would buy the patterns and make the clothes, and my dad would make little chests and beds, etc. by hand.
They are still at my parents house…I think my mom just can’t get rid of them!
I love this video. A lot. Although the aerosmith I could have done without.
“Cashew, a 14 year old Labrador Retriever owned by Terry Burns in Middleburg, Pennsylvania, is blind and deaf. Her best friend is a red tabby cat named Libby. Libby has become Cashew’s seeing-eye cat. She guides Cashew around obstacles, leads her to the food dish and even sleeps next to her every night.”!!!! <3
I’m such a sucker for stuff like this. Animals are amazing.
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Bob Dylan - Don’t Think Twice, It’s All RightThis song makes my heart sigh, turn over, and wince a little as it settles back down (a good thing). That line? “Goodbye is too good a word.” Oh man.
But I can’t pretend it’s just the bittersweet lyrics; the boy I lost my virginity to did a frankly terrific hard-blues cover of it at a school concert weeks after he dumped me. The heart-break was so consuming that the lashes of one eye fell out. He burned the melody into my memory.
I just don’t have the energy (or time) for that kind of melodrama anymore, though my heart is still a tender muscle, malleable, and ever close to the skin (if not worn on my sleeve).
And here I was thinking I was the only one who had such painful memories from a song that I once used to love. My ex boyfriend, a person who turned me onto Dylan and the art of ‘good music’ broke up with me, wrote out the lyrics and stuck them in my mailbox on campus.
Awful. I can’t even listen to the song without getting teary eyed.
Someone.
About me and why it never worked out.
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You're killin me, Phillies!
I have full faith that it will end tonight…and that chutley will start to hit again.
Happy Fathers day, dad!!
Alanis Morissette - Not as we
I love this song.