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May 21st, 2012
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My childhood.
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May 20th, 2012
“I’m your adviser,” she said. “It’s not appropriate.” Finally, I offered to quit my job, and at last she relented. On our first date, I treated her to the finest ice cream Baskin-Robbins had to offer, our dinner table doubling as the curb. I kissed her, and it tasted like chocolate.”
-President Barack Obama first date with wife First Lady Michelle ObamaAmerica’s OTP
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April 18th, 2012
3:30 a.m. (Alright. It’s 5:20 now. I had to wait for the internet to cut on.)
Look. I’m not asking for a whole lot here. All I want is for you to CONSIDER someone besides yourself for ONCE. I understand that you had to wake up at 3 to finish your work. That’s cool, but a warning would have been nice. And my God, don’t hit the snooze button at 3-freaking-30 in the morning. You’re so irresponsible. Just get up when the damn thing goes off. I’m tired of having to wake you up when you forget to reset your alarm. I’m tired of you hitting snooze five times. You realize I wake up EVERY time you do that, right? I’m tired of you being so damn inconsiderate. Here’s to 3 hours of sleep and a migraine! Cheers!
April 17th, 2012
6:20 a.m.
I hate that moment when you wake up and all of your thoughts and memories come flooding in, like a train on a track. All of a sudden you find yourself gasping for breath. The train’s careening towards you at full speed. You try and move- first an arm, then a leg, but then you just laugh. You’re tied to the tracks. You can smell the train now; you can smell the iron tracks burning- sweet, metallic. You realize that the train’s only a few meters from you now. You’re screaming, crying, but nobody hears you. You think you should be dead. You wish you were dead, but the train keeps chugging down the tracks. You make one last plea for help. It goes unheard. The pain is unbearable. You feel yourself slipping. Then, Silence.
April 10th, 2012
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