Round two of slightly abridged drafts. For round one, click here.
1.
Jenn once left me a message that started out
with:
"Let me tell you what is not helpful."
Over the past month or so, that phrase keeps
popping into and out of my mind.
2.
PS. I have a goal in life to avoid passive
aggression, so I'd like to acknowledge that the following post is indeed
passive aggressive and then apologize for occasionally being hypocritical and
writing passive aggressively on my blog. Also for using passive voice, but they
are totally different.
3.
For Lent this year, I gave up calling myself
fat.
The three letter f-word.
FAT.
I've read a lot about this word as part
of various and sundry activities in my
life of late
Mostly commonly this word surfaces as a part of
my
P-R-O-J-E-C-T
The theme that keeps surfacing is the general
state of disgust that most American women feel toward their bodies. Most women
spend their whole lives wishing they were thinner. When they are in high school
they wish they weighed how much they did in middle school, in college they wish
it was "high school skinny"
4.
Does
anyone else get all sorts of nostalgic listening to The Rocket Summer?
5.
Hey
honey, How's it going? What are you doing? Who are you with? Where are you? Are
you doing something cool? I wanna know what you're doing and who you're talking
to, and I wanna know everything that you're doing, and I don't want you to act
like I'm being annoying. I just want you to answer all my questions.
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