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This is my interstellar craft of truth and wit. Buckle up. If you want celebrity gossip, this is not the blog for you. If you want comfortable postings that’ll fill you with happy fuzzy thoughts about the world at large, or self-help guru shit, this is not the blog for you.
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Tag Archives: moving
Mar
05
2012
HELLO! AND GOODBYE!
I SURVIVED THE MOVE! HOLY FUCK! Omigod. Presently recovering after bingeing on delicious spicy Thai peanut with chicken, and drinkin’ me some wine. It’s my first night alone in my place. I had four guests night one, two on night two and three, and one for the last night. Now? Alone. Oh, alone. ALONE! I should [...]
Feb
22
2012
Going, Going…
Tonight I have a party thingie so people can come say goodbye to me. Don’t I feel narcissistic. Holy cow. I never throw parties for myself but I’m sure liking this “see everyone at once and LEAVE TOWN” deal. Do I get a horse and a cowboy hat? “Ah’ll be seein’ ya, pardners.” Clearly I was big [...]
Feb
08
2012
Making Sense of the Madness
Hello, minions! For some reason, there are more of you reading me than there have been in three or so years, and I’m feeling the pressure to post at least a couple times a week as a result, despite the fact that I’m swimming the seas of crazy in these moving days. God forbid you [...]
Posted in Uncategorized Also tagged changing, changing things, life, new pace, new places, slowing down 1 Comment
Feb
05
2012
Soon to Come: New Space, New Life
I’m sorry I’ve been away, Minions, but life has been full-tilt of late. Since the last time I wrote and now, I’ve gotten a lot more of my belongings packed, and took a three-day trip to find my new home. Which is to say, soon I’ll be living in a new and awesome space. It’s not [...]
Posted in Being me, Moving Also tagged changing speed, life choices, Lifestyle, what the soul needs 12 Comments
It was a dark and snowy morning when writergirl hit a block halfway through her blog post and said fuck that shit, and started from scratch. *** A week into Arcticapalooza 2012 here in Vancouver, and nothing about leaving the house is appealing. Tragically, the French press bottomed out on inky black gold some time [...]
Posted in Autobiographical, Moving, writing Also tagged deciding where to live, environment, freaking out, head games, impatience, picking a home, picking a new place, stress Leave a comment
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