Things I Have Learned About Feelings

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I was tempted to post a photo of me in my emo-child phase but then I remembered that I shouldn’t actively embarrass myself and decided against it. This hand thingy with the feelings paper will have to suffice.

For about two or three years of my childhood, I could have been described as an emo child. Dark rooms? I sat in them. Tantrums, I had the beginnings of them frequently (until my parents would turn the patented Nigerian Eye of Warning on me and I froze with fear.) I cried because it was raining. I cried because I couldn’t tie my laces (the young overachiever’s nightmare) and I cried because I broke our landlady’s decorative wall plate and the fear of retribution was too much to bear. If there was black lipstick to be had, I probably would have got my hands on it.

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Shredded Knees, Quasimodo & Perspective

Yes, it was delicious. Did nothing to help my throat but was the perfect antidote for my woe and self pity.

Last night I had popcorn, peppermint tea and a Milka Daim for dinner because I was too tired and phlegmy to cook anything. This morning, the sun woke me up and that is the only reason I came to work. My boss made me some Lemsip and even that hurt to drink. I had strep throat not too long ago and it was so bad that I now live in abject terror of getting it again. Worry, thy name is Stereo.

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The Cure For A Thursday

And yes, I do know that it is Monday.

The following happened to me last Thursday:

• I woke up and paused for a moment. I rolled over onto my side and said to myself “I feel like something terrible is going to happen today.”

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Copenhagen Photo Diary

This past weekend, I took advantage of Bank Holiday Monday and a Friday off work and visited my good friend Nanna and her boyfriend, Rasmus in Copenhagen.

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Back to Basics

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Just before she flew off to her fabulous new life in New York (miss you, T!), my friend discovered my blog and asked me about it. And as I do when someone from “real” life finds this little slice of the internet, I baulked a little and did a mental rundown of the things I have written here, trying to remember if there is anything of which I should be ashamed.

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