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Periodic chatter from a brain that won't shut up.
09 September 2010
Nursing students smell like a combination of cheap berry body spray and cigarettes. Good morning, migraine.
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Elena
Boston, United States
In March 2010, after 11 years of living in Sydney, Australia, I moved back to my hometown of Boston, MA. This is what happened next.
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stuff I've said about things
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December 2011
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October 2011
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January 2011
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December 2010
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types of things
belly dancing
girls girls girls
love you miss you
politics
things that should work but mysteriously don't
therapy
I am a donut
Enter the Confessional
food
fuck all that
fucking fuckety fuck
sea hunts
A Short Play About...
Is that burning pants I smell? Because yours seem to be on fire.
control issues
epiphanous moments
welcome to Dorchester
Work of Culinary
crap weather
hideous acts of bastardry
picking up stompies
tiny triumphs
welcome to Jamaica Plain
yumminess
Albania
Buster
Provincetown
Schadenfreude
Serial Pests
That Girl
That Guy
bad lesbian
burlesque
cheats
costumes
first-world problems
fucking capitalism
fucking weather
hockey
intercity rivalry
jet lag
poll
rorts
spring
stockings
vampire bunnies on the loose
'Ellen'
(f)unemployment
Boston v Melbourne
Chowhound
Cryptosporidium
Cuban bread
Cuban sandwich
El Oriental de Cuba
Eurovision
Every party needs a gruesome injury
Greek pizza
Greek salad
HBICs
International Guest Stars
Jamaica Plain
Masa
Matthew Newton
Mission Hill Massive
Pi
Röyksopp
SBS
Stock and Waterman (but not Aitken)
The Bot
The Continuing Adventures of Entropy Girl
Trace
Trillian
alcohol
brunch
camping sucks
cocktails
coconut-flavoured juvenile tomatoes
corned beef
electric eels
feminism
fuck you winter
fungry
he's got a touch of the Merv Hugheses
hull
humming 'The Internationale'
map
negative game
sandals
scarves
seasons
shimmying
the Brat Pack
the Bruins
the Kraken
the Macarena
verbiage
work
people who like things
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