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…and flew it straight into the trash can.  My aim is amazing.

As I sit here typing this, I should be doing approximately 6.5 billion other things, including typing up an essay that is due for my english class this evening.  In typical fashion pertaining to a typical twenty-something female, I am procrastinating and typing nonsense to a computer screen.  My tonsils have decided to launch their bi-monthly attack on my body, and I have taken Ibuprofen in an attempt to calm my penicillin resistant strep infection.  Honestly, you think they’d just remove my tonsils already…but apparently they try to avoid that type of surgery on adults these days when possible.  I respect the doctors’ decisions to prevent my untimely death.  Regardless, the war inside of my throat is contributing to my lack of paper writing.

I had a fairly eventful week this week. Turned the big 2-3.  I’ve never been a party person, so I chose to spend my day bike riding and stuff.  Yeah, I said stuff.  There was one thing, in particular, that I was really looking forward to doing last night  (a day late, my birthday is the 16th) as a form of celebration.  Once again, its one of those things that I can’t particularly describe in too much detail.  Let’s just say that in a parallel universe things might have ended up as I imagined they would.  This, however, is the real world and it ended up as another typical night.  In a way though, I’ve come to appreciate ‘just another night’ as a welcome activity in my all too unconventional life.

I have to say (or write, if you want to get technical) that the reality check of being a single mother and gaining a few lbs since my glory days has brought me down to Earth, particularly lately.  This is unacceptable, considering that I enjoy spacing out in the cosmos of my crazy life. This being brought to my attention, I’ve decided that I am going to ‘un ground’ myself and try to figure out exactly which happy earth-slash-space medium I’d like to be at. 

If you don’t get it, then you’re the crazy one, not me.

Time to go embrace the gorgeousness of freedom of speech.

Stop! Paper Time,



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