To work at a glorious store, five minutes away from my abode.
I applied today.
Now everytime it's 11:11, or I see the evening star, or I toss a penny into a fountain,
THAT
is what I'm wishing for.
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this chickadee,
- Caroline Grace:
- The semi-organized, often rambling, and sometimes insightful accounts of another twenty-something trying to make something of herself.
nutshells
reading: Eat Pray Love
listening: Sunday music
hearing: the little brothers
watching: Steel Magnolias
seeing: balloons
loving: Harry Potter
living: my neck is killing me.
hoping: that I didn't sound too rude via text message. It was unintentional.
wishing: that I would think before I speak more often.
usually, this is what I talk about.
the random
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college
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family
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music
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case of the blahs
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poetry
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thirty days
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and
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movies
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creativity boot camp
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photos
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NYC
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dances
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pictures
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school
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ABCs
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umbrellas
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vacation
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California
(3)
Harry Potter
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annoying
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babysitting
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drama
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life
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me
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of the weird variety
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paris
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senioritis
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stop motion
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wishlists
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DI
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Naomi
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birthdays
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boys
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dating
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fashion
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friendship
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fruit
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future
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melancholy
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rain
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random
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ridicule
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romance
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television
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America
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Ella
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Minnesota
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anger
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art
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celebrity
(1)
comments
(1)
concerts
(1)
cousins
(1)
covers
(1)
dream schemes
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dreams
(1)
frustration
(1)
general annoyance
(1)
gilmore girls
(1)
grahhhhhhh
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help me
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hope
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insanity
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jazz
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magic
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mustache
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picnics
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princess
(1)
quirky
(1)
sonnets
(1)
stores
(1)
surgery
(1)
take a guess
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texts
(1)
time
(1)
travel
(1)
winter
(1)
other sides of me
you guys:
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1 comment:
Is this Dear Lizzie?
Because, let's be honest... we've all wanted to work in that magical store.
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