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Name: Teresa
Country: Canada
State: Peterborough, Ontari
Birthday: 8/8/1985
Interests: post-colonial theory, urban agriculture, growing vegetables in containers, farmers' markets, crafts, sewing, potato chips, cooking, hot women with big boobies and big bums, tea, making fun/lying to young children.
Occupation: Student
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Member Since:
11/3/2002
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| two to two (pm).
it is a sunday.
kate and i, of course, are in the office, working on the newspaper.
we're working on issue 12.
after tonight, we'll have produced 13 issues of arthur.
13 down,
12 to go.
i will have a month to relax.
(also not getting paid for a month is rather crappy).
feeling rather sentimental about this half-way point i'm at.
also, what am i doing this summer?
what am i doing next year?
no answers!
rah! | | |
| i need this entire outfit.
it is perfect.
and beautiful.
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| so many things to deal with...
so many emotions and feelings i don't talk about...
aiya...
and instead of talking it all out, it all comes pouring out in the middle of the day at arthur, in front of kate, colleen, colleen's daughter and jes. breaking down in the middle of the floor of arthur is no way of going about dealing with things in my life...
alcoholic beverages aren't either. but we all need band-aid solutions once in a while.
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| Consuming cups after cups of sugary, milky tea. diet now consists of fruit, tea, roti, pizza, burritos, xi fan, crackers, cookies. where have the vegetables gone? i worry about my eyes, specifically my right eye. stare at a computer screen for 8+ hours a day, seven days a week. how can eyes *not* get worse? right eye is almost blind. soon enough will be blind. must force myself to take a 10 minute break every hour. why can't I just do it? must have someone physically remove me from my computer. missing parents. missing mackenzie. missing my skittles. missing meg. been going out more than I ever have. been going out for drinks more than ever. am finally starting to be "young" at the age of 22. only hours of rest is when i am sleeping. no time devoted to just sitting, reading, soaking in the last few weeks of the sun. need more of that in my life becuase that's what makes me the most happy.
first ever production weekend.
my co-editor is having a moving day, which leaves me alone in the office. not the best since this makes me anxious and can't breathe.
here goes another cup of sugary, milky tea. | | |
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