December 2009
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09. thank god you're not a pitbull.
i can barely work up the strength to push the fur from your eyes and thank you for not being born a pit bull. if you had been, there’s a good change you would’ve bitten my face off by now for all the little things i can’t do for you. i ran out of fingers and toes when i tried to count out all of the afternoons i found you curled up on the closet floor, hiding from all the...
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08. things i've learned from tumblr.
01. Add the word “fuck” (or a variation of “fuck”- i.e. “fucking,” “fucked,” etc.) anywhere in your post to reiterate the fact that you are feeling the extreme of an emotion. ex. “i’m going to lunch with my bff. fucking stoked.” 02. TYPE IN CAPITAL LETTERS SO PEOPLE KNOW YOU MEAN BUSINESS. ex. “I JUST FOUND OUT MY MOM IS...
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07. first bra, then panties, then metaphor.
i woke up this morning with that overmedicated feeling in my chest, the kind that leaves you breathless and thinking about how you’ll never have the rhythm to sing or write poetry or strip for a living. it was the kind of feeling that works only to tell you that things are over, the same way your tastebuds work to tell you that you don’t like eggs or fish, that you can’t eat...
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05. 20 Life Lessons Learned By Age 20.
01. People often deserve a second chance, but almost never a third. 02. Words are poor security. 03. Back up the files on your PC. 04. Good friends ignore each other after something humiliating happens. Great friends pretend nothing happened at all. 05. We’re all in denial of one thing or another. 06. Looking at something changes it. 07. Be passionate, but also be realistic. 08. Always love...
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03. Five Poems for Five People.
i. i know you bleed in private, that you have bad habits and dim yourself to darkness. i have found fragments of evidence in bathroom stalls and on tabletops, and all i can do is whisper, sadheart, it’s not as ugly as you see it. i worry that the foundation of our framework will crack, that the door isn’t strong enough to hold both of us. stop being a voice with no body and a heart...
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01. the cement pigeon.
january sixteenth. today i chose to walk down my favorite street. it’s greyblackblueish and there’s tall building and most of the sidewalk cement is covered in pockmarks from too many winters. it’s like a windtunnel. i pull my hood up and look like a polar bear or a whalehunter or a druglord. i greet the ugly one-winged pigeon with “hello there, ichabod” because that...
the lights are hung, the tree is up, and now i'm...
salutations!
i suppose this is where i should introduce myself.
for those of you who don’t know me, my name is ashlee. i am a twenty-year old journalism and marketing student who is lucky enough to live in chicago, the best city in the world!
okay, okay. even that was a little too cheesy for me. truth is, it’s cold here. really cold. sure, the snow and the city lights are pretty,...