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Why can’t I think of anything to write for the word ‘respectable’?

» Posted By Emily Duvall On 01.08.2011 @ 12:34 pm


The other day I discovered this game on Facebook called CityVille.

You don’t understand my joy.

Because it’s like SimCity, but free.

Wow, I feel so dumb.


» Posted By Emily Duvall On 01.06.2011 @ 5:59 pm


I thought all day about altering this recipe I found. I know it’s really late at night, and I’m not really that hungry either, but I just made these pizza taquito things out of some Pillsbury Crescent Rolls.

Yum, yum?

» Posted By Emily Duvall On 12.23.2010 @ 6:51 pm


So many things have happened these past three or four days that my brain is like a big cannon with a hissing fuse.


I don’t even know how all of this happened, it’s so surreal.

And I can’t do anything about it but sit here and watch all this insanity unfold–and right before Christmas, too.

» Posted By Emily Duvall On 12.19.2010 @ 4:19 pm


When I was a kid I used to be obsessed with feather boas. My grandma would go to a whole bunch of yard sales and buy all the ones the she could find. I don’t know how many I had, but it was probably about thirty or something like that.

» Posted By Emily Duvall On 12.17.2010 @ 12:33 pm


Last night I accused my mom of being on drugs again. She’s a recovering narcotics addict, and 16 of my sleeping pills were gone.

I called the pharmacy and they said they shorted me.

I was wrong.

Now I feel really bad.

» Posted By Emily Duvall On 12.16.2010 @ 9:22 am


When I was a kid I used to love those markers that would stamp out the little shapes, like hearts and clovers and horseshoes and whatnot. There was this blue marker, and it was supposed to smell like coconut, but it stank so badly that if I think about it I can still remember the way it stung my nose when I sniffed it.

» Posted By Emily Duvall On 12.14.2010 @ 8:50 am


I have an immense headache right now. I don’t even know why I’m sitting here staring at this computer screen, it hurts so badly. My gums are throbbing, it’s so unbearably awful.

I don’t feel so well right now.

Sorry for complaining, bro.

» Posted By Emily Duvall On 12.10.2010 @ 3:05 pm


I’ll admit that my life is really fucky. I don’t know what to do about it, but it is. Actually, I’m more lazy than anything. And greedy. I have no clue what I’m going to do about myself. It’s baffling, really.

» Posted By Emily Duvall On 12.05.2010 @ 6:23 pm


Her nails were painted a weird blue color, and she used said nails to scratch nervously at her arms as she waited for the train to arrive–the train that could very well change her life for good.

» Posted By Emily Duvall On 12.04.2010 @ 2:51 pm


The familiar taste of copper crept through her mouth, and she knew her gums were bleeding. That was never good.

Somewhere, he was still out there. She was too afraid to look out the window for fear of what she might see.

She swallowed a mouthful of blood, her heart pounding in her chest, and got ready to run up the stairs.

» Posted By Emily Duvall On 11.29.2010 @ 6:28 pm


There was a diagram of the human brain on the wall–the cerebral cortex, Broca’s area, and all sorts of other things he didn’t care to interpret.

He stared at the wall, thinking about all the things that should have been, but weren’t.


» Posted By Emily Duvall On 11.28.2010 @ 1:32 pm


So this girl octopus walks–swims, actually–up to this boy octopus. Who was very attractive, I might add.

And she said,

“I want to hold your hand hand hand hand hand hand hand hand.”

And so they held hands hands hands hands hands hands hands hands.

» Posted By Emily Duvall On 11.27.2010 @ 8:39 am

I don’t know why he always thinks that kinda thing’s gonna work on me, but I swear–it isn’t going to this time.

Somehow I’ll find a way to look over it toward the horizon.

But you never know.


» Posted By Emily Duvall On 11.26.2010 @ 9:29 pm

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