November 2011
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My Generation
9. Lisa Frank is not the name of a woman, it is the name of a movement, a culture, a way of living. It is a theory, a concept, a belief in something greater than yourself. It is the belief that all girls are entitled to dolphins covered with rainbows, jewel-encrusted frogs, and unicorns in acid-trip colors hugging each other. It is the ideology that no notebook is complete until it literally...
Vomit Inducing Week
I’m hoping that laying it out in some sort of list form will help me settle my nerves.
Sunday: Work 2-Close. Start packing. Call West Point Market about jacket.
Monday: Meeting @ 10. Work. (I didn’t plan for said meeting so I have to rearrange work schedule accordingly)
Tuesday: Work. Pack. Bottle cider. Pack and freeze Sauerkraut.
Wednesday: Work. Pack the car. Drive to Akron.
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Gonna start boxing up my shit, maybe the rest of the world will take a hint and fall into place.
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Concise Girly Rant
Whine.
Bitch.
Whimper.
Groan.
Grumble.
Sigh.
You’re welcome internet. I’ve just saved you from my inner dialog.
Sincerely,
Whitney
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Making Lists
After a day off involving little-no socialization, I like to make lists so that on my next day off I don’t feel so stagnant.
Here it is:
Job hunt (but not until the to point of explosion)
Draw something cute and send it to someone (anyone interested?)
Don’t drive to the coffee shop listening to sad songs
Knit. There is a list a mile long, work on it!
Explore somewhere new, always...
