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i’m old enough that i come home for christmas. weird. i’ve spent the last day pouring over my mumsie’s yearbook looking at 70’s fashion. i found out that what my mom wore as a senior in high school resembles my wardrobe all too closely. weird. i’ve watched Devil Wears Prada twice in the last week… Continue reading weird

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there are five extra bodies (actually, six) sleeping here tonight. those from the yellow house down the street decided to stay here for a “sleepover” of sorts. it’s not the kind where you stay up all night giggling about cute sixteen-year-old boys and it’s definitely not the kind where everyone gets facials (although a certain… Continue reading

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my dream

i know what i’m going to do with the rest of my life.  i know, it’s amazing — i’ve finally figured it out!  and i’m so excited. i’ll continue living the way i do now.  i’ll keep living off my parents saving account and purchasing things i can’t afford.  i won’t ever think of getting… Continue reading my dream

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i’m here. i’m home. surrounded by the people dearest to me. and for the first time, i don’t really feel like writing. why would i when the people i write for are right here with me? i’ll just let you know that i love my home, i love our christmas decorations, i love my tree,… Continue reading

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all over

bags are packed and some have left already. my first semester: over. today i had to pack my two suitcases, clear off my shelves, and sort through all my papers from these last three months.  i have two boxes in the basement here with huge scrawling handwritten letters that spell my name, “sinclair” on each. … Continue reading all over

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games

i’m not sure how it happened, but as we sat around the table, i suddenly found myself the only one talking (that’s not really the surprise) as the rest sat quietly and i told them of my daddy’s two brothers.  i told of their likes — of arms being tickled and shoulders being rubbed and… Continue reading games