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Solo livin’ – fantasy vs. reality

For a long time, I wanted to live alone. I wanted to experience complete and total responsibility. I wanted every bit of it—the feeling of independence on a good day, the crushing loneliness on a bad day. When I finally found myself holding the keys to my studio apartment, the thrill was something else. This… Continue reading Solo livin’ – fantasy vs. reality

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A Love Affair With Language

“I can’t believe he said amount of people, the idiot.” I’ve spent half a lifetime wincing at incorrectly placed commas, mixed up words, and split infinitives. “Your going home” hurts my teeth and “the city still has it’s charm” makes me crawl under a blanket. Pointing out grammatical mistakes is a thankless job, and I… Continue reading A Love Affair With Language

books · Enid Blyton · fiction

Midnight Feasts, Moon Face, Magic

I found an old copy of First Term at Malory Towers. I knew better than to open it when I was drowning in work, but bad decisions are stronger than the voice of reason. The book began with “Darrel Rivers looked at herself in the glass” and suddenly released a flood of memories. Before I… Continue reading Midnight Feasts, Moon Face, Magic

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The Club Can’t Even Handle Me Right Now!

As a professional online stalker and certified creep, I’ve read a number of articles (fine, memes) on the introvert-extrovert relationship. And all I have to say to extroverts is this – you poor things. You’ve been declared shallow minded and pointlessly loud as opposed to us profound souls. Meanwhile, we maintain a thoughtful expression and… Continue reading The Club Can’t Even Handle Me Right Now!