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If I could support myself by making art-to-wear/experimental design type clothing, I would be in absolute heaven. So maybe the closest I'll get to that is doing theater costume design. We will see. ;)
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I've never heard of ask.fm. Maybe I'll check it out.
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This actually made me laugh so loud that I scared the little prick out of the room. Put it this way, he'd have had the stuffing knocked out of him by now. Though if he were plush, he wouldn't have been able to break my favorite bowl, shred my peace lily, ruin my laptop dvd drive and keyboard, give me a kitty Cleveland Steamer (he shit on my chest at 5wks, he was sick), slice my middle finger UNDER the nail, and and make my legs and arms look like scratching posts. He's also bitten my bottom lip, leaving vampire like markings. He's drawn enough blood to qualify as a phlebotomist. He's lucky I'm a nice person.
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That's a good question. I wish I had a good answer for you. When I left my ex almost 3 years ago, loneliness wasn't a part of my vocabulary. Then about 9 months later the buzz wore off. And everything hit me at once. I don't deal with loneliness well. Even though I have good friends, I still manage to sink into dark places now and then. For the most part, it's all in my head. And luckily I can remind myself of that and try my hardest to ride it out. Not always so easy.
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He's destroyed so many things since he's been here but I'm taking him in on Monday to get his balls cut off. Payback's a bitch.
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I'm not much of a social commuter or a morning person at all. My headphones are in and my iPod is on for the entire ride. The only way I'd sit up close to the driver is if he's a cutie. I'm just kidding. I'd sit on his lap.
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Uhh. Hmmm. Making lasagna. Yeah.
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Well I just don't know seeing as you're asking this anonymously and the fact that I'm not psychic. Maybe we already have and didn't even know it. Hmmm.
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At this point, why bother? Maybe you should just use white lights and they can be all occasion lights. That would make things a lot easier. And your neighbors would be less likely to talk shit about you behind your back. Then again, I wouldn't know. I haven't put up lights since '07.
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Because it's raw. Because it's a train wreck. Because it’s pathetic and boring. I don’t know. They’re the little details of my life that one can only use to imagine what kind of woman I really am. That blog is only the surface. It’s just an empty fantasy that you formed out of tiny scraps of my life. So tell me D, how did you get here? To my formspring account, I mean. You told me via email that this was your question. You said you found my wordpress by searching for the Yucatan Peninsula. Fair enough. Maybe my memory is bad but I don't recall mentioning tumblr on wordpress, which makes me wonder how you found it and left a comment on one of my posts. Now, tumblr explains the path of how you found my formspring but it would require you to read quite a bit of it before you’d figure out that I even had a formspring page. So I'm asking here instead of replying to your email, why? This is pretty common for me. A man reads my blog and/or my photo and they think they know me and they want to know more. Very few people really know that much about me and even those few only know half of me. Some have seen my vulnerable side, my insecurities. And only a few of them have bothered to stay. You were fun to talk to and there’s nothing wrong with a little innocent flirtation but once you mentioned you were married, I realized where you might be going with this. It was fun Dom but I’m not going to be that girl ever again.
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Well I'm glad I'm not homely and dull or I'd be a dead duck. Hmmm. You could be one of a small handful of people. Now I'm dying to know what the rest of the question is.
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Ha ha. Flirty, burly, southerners huh? That sounds a lot like this guy I know. He works in the medical field. Hmmm. ;)
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How dare you soil a children's book with such suggestions. :)
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Well thank you. Lots of things are funny to me. I grew up with two big brothers so I learned the art of the fart joke. That didn't make my mom too happy since she didn't think it was too lady like trying to one-up my brothers. And they're probably responsible for my foul mouth too. Oh fucking well. ;)
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Sorry to hear about your hovercraft. :) And I have no idea what a sporren is. Ranch is a dip or dressing for dipping fries and other things in. It's quite delicious.
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Oh, there's just one thing but I must apologize, I cannot share it with you because that would mean sharing it with everyone. Sorry. It's pretty personal. Though a plate of salty fries with a side of ketchup and ranch would brighten my day.
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That depends on how big the woodchuck's wood is and how long it takes him to chuck said wood. It also depends on how long it takes him to get wood again so he could resume chucking. Wait, we are talking about masturbation right?
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Uh, Luke Perry. Not sure I should be admitting that but yeah. We met him at a signing in the mall when I was in high school.
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I had a book about dinosaurs that I was especially fond of. I also loved Hand, Hand, Fingers, Thumb by Dr. Seuss.
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Very nice play on words Mr. Schmitt. Hmmm, the 1700's? The days of panniers, corsets and petticoats. I don't know. I think most tailors during that time period were men. Women were mostly expected to take care of the home and the kids. I'm sure they did a fair amount of sewing their own and their family's clothing, especially if they were poor. I'm not 100% sure on that. I suppose it's a good thing I wasn't alive at that time. I'd have made a terrible peasant housewife. I'd be like "Sew your own damn clothes." Then I'd get in my carriage and gtfo of there.
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D ’s Bio
It's all fun and games until someone gives a shit.
