February 2012
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Tonight really restored my faith in my writing ability. The reactions I got from my class were really humbling, I mean… people who hadn’t ever spoken to me and told me about the chills and goosebumps they got.
Granted, I think a lot of what I write is best when read aloud. I think that’s what really sold it.
But, yeah, today was a good day.
A really, really good day.
And I...
You know it was a good dinner when the whole Brick smells like garlic.
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Okay, Elizabeth, you can do this. You can finish this myth. You just need to eloquently explain how it is to be shunned in society via horrible disfigurement. You can do this. Years of depression and social anxiety have prepared you for this moment. Now, take all of the repressed pain and put it into words.
GO GO GO!
But we all know I’m going to class and everyone is going to tell me how...
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I don’t go camping, Steve.
I am a city kid.
The only time I went camping was in a desert in Africa.
Very dry.
I don’t go camping, Steve.
I just don’t.
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My god this is juicy.
sooooo fucking juicy.
Andrew wants me to go down the bar right now and he’s going to buy me all of the drinks.
I’m going to go, but I told him I had to finish up a few things before I went down.
What are those few things?
GOTTA SCROLL THROUGH TUMBLR.
At least I know I have my priorities in line.