I should really just start volunteering with the Democrats more. 

Of course you can screw around on the internet while phone banking, but there is always this disconnected uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh as your trying to remember the name on the person you didnt think would answer anyways.

I’ve started drawing while I phone bank. and though it has defiantly not made my phone banking anymore productive, it has made me draw more.

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I got tagged in this Six Selfies that make you feel Beautiful thing.

I’m a big Narcissist, so I uploaded 10. 

I also got tagged on facebook, but it seemed a little redundant.

because all I do is post pictures of myself and my badass hair on facebook. What else would I have to say to those people?  

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I’m feeling pretty awesome today, on the eve of my 26th birthday.

25 was a good year. It made me tough.  On my 25th Birthday last year, I moved into my apartment. My first apartment with out a million room mates and furniture made out of mil crates. 

And since it was the first one that was all mine, I painted the walls mint green, and took home every stray dog I came across. 

I started dating again, even though I thought I never would. I went on a bunch of them, and stayed with none of them. I ran out the back door of bars when I didnt like the looks they gave me, and went home to drink alone.

I quit smoking and started again, and quit, and then started again, and then quit again.

I did not go back to him, because he wasnt it for me anymore. He had been gone to long, and I had finally come down off of him.

I went to the dentist for the first time since high school. I was always afraid they’d take my teeth (they wont, just go)

I made my dog and I the center of the the universe.

I even got to fall in love again. 

I started drawing again. I performed stand up, once, twice, a dozen times this year. 

Goodbye and thank-you 25, I needed you more than I knew

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I’m going to make myself into the person I want to be. I think I’m
Getting closer.


I had the best time on vacation last week end. 

So fun fact, the last time I had a vacation, was about 3 years ago. I went with my mother and some of her Nurse friends to Newport Rhode Island. 

3 days. I was going to be gone for 3 days.

My ex was supposed to be watching my dog. At this point, I worked two jobs, went to school full time, and was really in desperate need of a vacation.

While I was away, my ex left Ally (my dog) outside while some neighbor kids played with fireworks. Ally booked. 

I had just sat down on the cabin’s bed, when I got the call my dog was gone. 

I think melted. There I am, two states away, and my ex is telling me my dog is gone, and he doesn’t want to look for her. 

Ally eventually ran to my moms house. My sister was home recovering from knee surgery. 

I ended up hitting the beach once, and then running back to Connecticut.

That was my last vacation! So it meant a lot to me that my new boyfriend included my dog in the plans. It was the only way he could think of making the weekend stress free.

It was probably the nicest vacation I’v ever had 

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