December 2011
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My Christmas List
this year consisted of:
non-stick pans.
wooden spoons.
coffee maker.
set of knives.
a gift card (to Lowes. So I can buy a rug.)
wine glasses.
This probably means I’m a grown-up.
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There is a specific brand of feminism
that considers the Female as the ultimate form of human.
We are your mothers. We are your lovers. We bear your children. We keep your homes. We nurture you. We are your muses.
It is because of us that you are given life. It is from us that you learn how to have a good life. It is with us that you make that life.
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I sat in the shower...
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Blog Posts I Want to Write, But Don't Have The...
This Job. Guys, This Job.
On Why ‘Straight Edge’ Shouldn’t Be A Thing.
On The Heart of Fear (It’s Love).
Adorable Pictures of Lola.
The Extreme (Practice)Nesting Going on Over at Pinterest.
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Apartment Daydreams.
The living room/SOLARIUM.
The dining room (and hallway).
The BUTLER’S PANTRY (and kitchen).
You can add a butler’s pantry to the list of things I never knew I needed, but like really, really, totally do.
(Not pictured: two bedrooms (one for us and one for Lola!), an adorable and clean bathroom, SO MANY CLOSETS, laundry in the basement, a garden with a row for us in the...
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How are they doing on the law that lets me marry...
Cause I think I found it.
Hardwood floors, 2 bedrooms, a SOLARIUM, tons of character.
All that is left is to decide if I want to sacrifice the Netflix, weekend trips, magazine subscription section of my budget to pay for such a lovely place.
I don’t know what to do.
Being a grown-up is hard, y’alls.
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