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Style icon: Jessica FletcherI’ve thought about how stylish Jessica Fletcher is too many times to count*.  Growing up I loved Murder She Wrote, and I thought she was the absolute best.  I’m just so glad that I’m not the only one.
*I’ve even posted about it before.
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Style icon: Jessica Fletcher
I’ve thought about how stylish Jessica Fletcher is too many times to count*.  Growing up I loved Murder She Wrote, and I thought she was the absolute best.  I’m just so glad that I’m not the only one.

*I’ve even posted about it before.

(image via green olives design click through for larger version)

poetry 101

In college and the few years following I wrote poetry.  Lots of poetry.  I proclaimed that it was dead, while still scribbling away in my dimly lit room, drinking whiskey or tea and smoking cigarettes.  Everything was huge.  Every experience terribly meaningful.  I fed off of romantic notions about love lost, finding oneself, and the like.

Recently I was reading through some of my old poems and found a few that I remember being marginally proud of.  (And, as we all know, one should always think of her own work as rubbish, so marginally proud is saying a lot.)  And even now, I think, yes, these were obviously written by a college student just trying to figure things out, but still, I like them.

Click through if you want some insight into my twenty year old mind…

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One year ago today.
So, this year will be my first not returning to Philadelphia for New Year’s.  I’m a bit sad.  I’ll miss seeing all of my friends.  I’ll miss Mummers on New Year’s day, ordering chinese food from Sam’s (aka Golden Empress Garden), drinking Yuengling, and napping on the couch with Clint and Maddie (see above - seriously, how cute are those two?).  But, I’m determined to have a killer NYE here in Chicago, I just need to figure out what to do.  If all else fails I’ll be at home watching the New Year’s episode of Pete and Pete with my roommate, which actually would be quite fun.
(via sister reba)

One year ago today.

So, this year will be my first not returning to Philadelphia for New Year’s.  I’m a bit sad.  I’ll miss seeing all of my friends.  I’ll miss Mummers on New Year’s day, ordering chinese food from Sam’s (aka Golden Empress Garden), drinking Yuengling, and napping on the couch with Clint and Maddie (see above - seriously, how cute are those two?).  But, I’m determined to have a killer NYE here in Chicago, I just need to figure out what to do.  If all else fails I’ll be at home watching the New Year’s episode of Pete and Pete with my roommate, which actually would be quite fun.

(via sister reba)

I may or may not have just sang/rapped dc Talk’s Luv is a Verb to  my roommate.  Because I might still remember all of the lyrics, even though I haven’t listened to that album in years and years. 
Okay, that definitely just happened.  So what?  Don’t be so judgey.  ‘Luv’ is a verb.
And that’s some d(ecent) c(hristian) Talk for you.

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getting ready music

I decided to switch it up today and Scared of Chaka, Fifteen, Falling Sickness, and Screeching Weasel are on the playlist.

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