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I WORK AT A LIBRARY! I’M A REAL LIBRARIAN!!! PARTAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ah hem. But for real. This is me 24/7 now. Oh, and I went to Deadwood. DEADWOOD!!! Exhibit A: Exhibit B: Exhibit C: Bonus Devil’s Tower: Me and my mum, trail-riding in the Black Hills (shout-out to Trigger, my ill-tempered horse): It was aMAHzing, y’all.…
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01/08/2016 (yeah, this has been sitting my drafts for a long time, sorry not sorry) They say an indication of personal growth of is an awareness of one’s flaws and weaknesses, so here goes: I’m really really shitty at blogging. Actually, no, fuck that, I’m awesome at blogging. I’m shitty at consistently blogging. Boom. Self-awareness. Suck…
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Greetings, sprites. How’s tricks? Okay, shut up, enough about you, let’s talk about me. I have been SUPER busy bringing home the benjamins / suffering the innumerable indignities of the common entry-level office drone. Grim af, but as Gertrude would have said, a job is a job is a job is a job. We won’t talk…
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Heyyyyyyyyyyy guys! ‘Sup? I am here to bless your Sunday with something I like to call a NONFICTION BENEDICTION. Yes, I used a rhyming dictionary. No, I am not ashamed that I own a rhyming dictionary. That would be extremely contrary. Though I could have got one for free at the local library. Omg, this…
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Blessed be, my witchy friends. How goes the spell-work? Messed with any thanes lately? Yeah, me neither. There just aren’t as many power-hungry Scottish nobles willing to commit a little regicide these days, are there? Anyway. ENOUGH CHIT-CHAT. I have news. Ready? Guys. GUYS. I saw The Witch on Sunday and I. Am. Freaking. Out. FREAKING OUT.…
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HELLO THERE. Long time no see. Did you guys know it was 2016? Yeah, me neither. Anyway, I hope this capricious new year is treating you right a month and a fortnight in. Me? Oh, the flimsy foundations of my life are crumbling to dust around me as I type this, faithful internet friends, but…
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Hey guys. It’s been a hell of a month, hasn’t it? I lost one of my heroes, and even now, almost three weeks later, I find it hard to believe that he’s gone. I’m not going to write a long piece about what David Bowie meant to me, because I don’t think I possess…
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I first read Yeats’s “The Second Coming” in my third year of university. It was a modern poetry class, I think, taught by a teacher I didn’t like enough or hate enough to remember by name. I know we read a disproportionately large amount of Elizabeth Bishop, and a lot of mediocre Canadian poetry, and that I…
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SALVE, CITIZENS OF THE INTERNET EMPIRE. How goes it? Actually, never mind, I don’t care, because guess what……………………….. TODAY IS MY BIRTHDAY!!!!! Huzzah! Let’s have some goddamn cake and for god’ sake, someone put the kettle on! Celebrate with me by playing my theme song all day and doing your best to live the Bowie life. I’m at…
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Good morrow, my nicely toasted crumpets! How goes it with this thing we call life? I’m currently camped out in the eye of a personal tornado of ADVANCEMENTS, UPHEAVALS, and GENERAL STURM UND DRANG. Mum’s the word for the moment, moppets, but I will tantalize you with a riddle hinting at things to come: Where…
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