PinkBeltRage
pinkbeltbriefcase!
16 March 08 ¦ Permalink ¦ Comments [5]
This Samsonite Signat Attaché is the coolest little briefcase ever. . .
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spirited away.
26 August 07 ¦ Permalink ¦ Comments [15]
This weekend, crazy mom flew out to visit.
I was glad for the company, for once, but oh how quickly things change. . .
(Aww, don’t act like you didn’t know that was coming. Oh please!) . . .
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I don't know why :: I guess that I just do
23 August 07 ¦ Permalink ¦ Comments [4]
Silence becomes more silent, I think, after you have a child.
I guess because it’s kinda rare to experience a quiet moment. It’s always just nonstop talking and sound for me that when M is asleep at night, silence becomes something you can feel and are aware of.
It’s heavy.
It’s almost loud, it’s so quiet. . .
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sing your life.
20 August 07 ¦ Permalink ¦ Comments [8]
This is definitely not the year for my grandparents.
My Grandma would have celebrated a birthday a few days ago.
I loved her birthday. . .
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not so super cuts.
26 July 07 ¦ Permalink ¦ Comments [10]
(Yeah, lame title, but hey I’m exhausted. And ugh, the entry isn’t so great either.)
So, it’s been a while since I got my hair cut and I’m just not getting used to it at all. The haircut I got really sucks. And I guess, it’s my fault…
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SPF Dirty.
16 May 07 ¦ Permalink ¦ Comments [11]
dear prudence.
You know, I like to check in on the news and reviews over at Pitchfork every once in a while… but god, how I despise their flashing American Apparel advertisements. . .
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mourning sickness.
5 March 07 ¦ Permalink ¦ Comments [11]
My Grandma’s name is my middle name.
I barfed all the way home from Hawaii.
It was the longest flight of my life.
Before M and I even took off into the sky, I was already puking my brains out in the tiny little airplane lavatory. And horror upon horrors, immediately had to turn myself right around and diarrhea-d my brains out. . .
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saying goodbye in dreams.
9 February 07 ¦ Permalink ¦ Comments [15]
Happy pictures M made for my Grandma.
My mom called me this morning while I was braiding M’s hair, getting her ready for school in the usual running late rush. . .
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she looked like giants.
12 September 06 ¦ Permalink ¦ Comments [12]
There’s just something about the desert which makes my eyes feel like hell.
I don’t know if it’s the dry, dusty conditions.
The contrasting landscape and visuals, but for whatever reason, I felt blind as a bat on a recent visit to Las Vegas. . . like I was walking around half asleep, through some too dry dream.
So, I decided to give contacts a try again and went out for an eye exam.
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spoonful o' buffalo.
12 August 06 ¦ Permalink ¦ Comments [22]
Some Chagall. I think.
I am seriously running out of memory on my PB.
Today I reached “zero” and I feel like I’ve moved all that I can over to the hard drive and have now arrived at a point where maybe… I am just done.
Yup.
Long week.
My family from Vegas were visiting.
And guess who came?
Remember my cousin’s wife? The one from Buffalo?
Yes, her. . .
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