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The life and times of Allison Michelle, lover of all things beautiful and ridiculous.
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February
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- It descends.
- At last, she sleeps.
- oh god. I sent it.
- Prodigal Daughter.
- Gunn for President. Greatest Interview Ever.
- How it felt.
- sunshine daydream
- Proven true.
- for the record
- Feb 12, 2007: Blizzard... Feb 12, 2008: Blizzard
- "Shhh... you're sexy. Stop talking."
- No title
- Spring Cleaning.
- If you can't stand the madness, get out of my life.
- "I don't know why I go to extremes" - Billy Joel
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1 comment:
I'm guessing this is in reference to some letter? Hoorah for having sent it!!!!! Send the letters, let the confessions and the streams of consciousness fly. Release those communications, break your rice bowl, burn your ships on those foreign shores and never look back! Crack open your rib cage and let your unprotected heart bleed its mess and magnificence all over this dull safe, normal, pond scum world. Slap them all in the face with your extraordinary courage and let the chips fall. Let the bodies hit the floor. Let the shit hit the fan. Let the sprouts of life and whatever is next to come spring forth from the steaming pile of yesterdays bullshit fears and comprmises! Go for it. I will cheer for you like a cheerleader on chocolate covered crack marinated in red bull, weather you triumph or fall flat on your face. Triumph and flat on your face are not always opposites. In fact one often follows shockingly closely on the heels of the other. So, beware the devistation of suceeding and the sweet sweet joy of failure.
(Yes, I said I'd cheer like a cheerleader on chocolate covered crack marinated in red bull...this is joke, not a suggestion!) :)
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