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Things I've Learned About Being A Woman

I have learned a thing or too about being a woman.

A woman who wants the best for everyone.

Who will go out of her way to accommodate everyone. 290 more words

Day 14 of Noirvember: Pushover (1954)

Some may call Pushover a “poor man’s Double Indemnity” – and the label is understandable. Like Double Indemnity, Pushover stars Fred MacMurray as a respected professional man who is pulled into a web of deception and murder at the urging of a beautiful blonde. 389 more words

Film Noir


It’s thick. I can barely breathe. I’m tired. I’m hurt. Am I jealous and in a pit of self pity, or am I allowed to still feel residual pain from my past? 112 more words

Know Thyself

The pushover revisited!

What does it really mean to be a pushover?

Are we the people that never stand up for ourselves? Are we the people that can’t? Or, are we those that are scared of everything else? 265 more words

I think the whole Smile when you talk on the phone, Smile when you're writing something that should come off joy-filled when you're ordinarily not or simply not IRL works. I don't know that I did this while working on anything all day--a general thought is all. | I finished the website draft and am waiting for _ to send along _s for the 3 _s and I worry that _ won't _ back _ _ with them _ _ _. But I tried to stay positive about it. While working on the website draft/update stuffffffffffff, my mind kept running with new projects and all the people with whom _'d like to run. The oddest thought was to someone I don't quite get along with who once wrote (and other verbed), _ is _, true _ the _ the _ know, the _ sustained by _ that _ on its own _ and _s of it at last. I have been repeating versions of the sentiment all day--the sentiment is perfectly worded and I'm guessing the person who I don't quite get along with has always been his own editor. | Erase the signs. | I bought tickets for the next League lecture but am not going because I have to do one of those things that sits in the Take Care of Yourself container. The only thing I do on a monthly basis that really makes me feel better even though it's around someone who may not really get me. Who cares and understanding is impossible. But she doesn't interrupt. Just like the decent Finance bro ex-roommate and his decent friends. I have been better with keeping that whole promise not to interrupt. Maybe to the point where I just never get a word in. | I used to write someone often--letters, whatever. Since we were 7 or something. We stopped writing last year after he visited New York. I have a few guesses why this happened. I don't miss the exchange and strongly recommend that relationships built in words are kept at words. Who knows why that just crossed my mind. | Other weird blank that is on the brain, a bit of Nietzsche: It is not a lack of love, but a lack of friendship that makes unhappy marriages. (The sentiment written by the homeboy I don't get along with is more perfect that this even). | When I think of my mother and the home we grew up in, I sort of hate that she never changed the wallpaper that came with my room when we moved in. I think we would have had a better relationship had she. | I have been listening to the same five songs on my headphones on repeat for the last 5 hours. This describes me really well. When I took my headphones off, I realized I also had Dvorak playing full blast outside of headspace. This describes how shit has been pretty well. | Despite whatever I wrote about C in the last post, I sent her a template for a b_. I'm the sort of ahole that trusts the value of friendship no matter how crappy the other person treats the time that sits between us. Maybe I'm a bit of a pushover. A pushover who's got great hair and looks tough. | I'd like to be high with Chopin and Haus Arafna playing simultaneously. Or maybe that's a good funeral request. Maybe it's all too much. | That sentiment, that sentiment, that sentiment, that sentiment, repeat—

Say No to This

To all the spineless pushovers out there, I feel your pain. For I, too, have trouble turning down even the smallest of requests from people–even if they’re a mere acquaintance. 505 more words

Organized Ramblings


a desperate desire;
to be liked, to be needed,
to please you,
cries out from within.

a cloying, sickly perfume
seeping into skin. 57 more words