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Jeffrey opens Mozilla Firefox. He goes to Gmail. There are three new emails. “Last minute deals to Paris, Frankfurt, and more at Cheap-O-Air.com!” He clicks the box beside the subject line. He clicks the Delete button. The second email is from his ex-girlfriend. The subject line is “http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tlmycQNOgq8.” He clicks the subject line. There is nothing written in the body of the email. He clicks ‘Inbox.’ The third email is from his ex-girlfriend. “ah, sorry, i didn’t mean to send that link to you… sorry… it was meant for somebody else.” He clicks the boxes beside both emails from his ex-girlfriend. He clicks the Delete button. |
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raleighwood in my beer
You win 1000 points.Meredith, I think you would like this.
Allie documented me commandeering the Friendly Christmas trolley.Friend.
that’s there’s a fuck yeah north carolina website. This makes me happy because really: FUCK YEAH NORTH CAROLINA! If you didn’t know, I really, really, really love North Carolina. Here’s why:
- I love that in two hours in one direction I can be at the beach and two hours in the opposite direction I can be in the mountains.
- I love that everyone is so hopeful that maybe, just maybe, we can be lucky enough to get some snow in the winter. And when/if we do, no one goes to work. It’s just too dangerous.
- I love that I live smack dab in the middle of a popular part of Raleigh, NC, where I could buy Chloe purses and fancy designer shoes a mile from my house, but if you’re in my backyard you feel like you’re in the country.
- I love that the summers are so hot and humid. I need that heat. And I like having an excuse to do nothing but lay by the pool. Because, really, it’s too hot to do anything else.
- But as much as I need the heat, I need to have seasons, and we do. The leaves change colors and fall. And it gets cold (and maybe a spot of snow) and then spring comes and everything blooms and then it gets really hot again.
- And speaking of blooms, I love the North Carolina state flower, the dogwood. So pretty.
- I love that there is a really awesome song written about Raleigh. And another awesome one about North Carolina.
- I really love that tonight, I’ll be going ice skating on an OUTDOOR RINK. I have no idea how they plan to keep this thing frozen throughout winters known for random 70 degree days tucked between frigid 40 degree days, but we shall see and I shall enjoy.
So, really, I love North Carolina. It’s my home. And as much as I love to travel and learn about new places and see new things, there is no place like home. I think the only other place I could live would be Paris, but you best believe I’d be stocking up on Duke’s mayonnaise and making sure Southern Season delivers abroad before that ever happens.
What do you love most about your home town/state?
Well, this decides the next road trip I take.AMAZING TREEHOUSE - I WANT TO LIVE HERE
Well, if you did find yourself fancying your childhood treehouse as the world’s greatest, you may find yourself having to think again after getting to see the treehouse Horrace Burgess has built around Crossville in the United States state of Tennessee.
You start to appreciate the greatness of the treehouse Horrace Burgess has built when the figures are brought in. Standing at 97 feet in height, one agrees that the structure Horrace Burgess has built is the structure to beat, if you want to lay a claim to owning (or even having seen) the greatest treehouse in the world.
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Spencer, hahahaha! I love the realistic backdrop.APPS sponsored a “Free Pictures with Santa” event today. I was really excited about it but Santa was apparently not.
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When Harjo says, “I was born with eyes that never close,” she describes an unwavering condition of witness—a curse or a blessing, depending upon how one regards it and what one does with it. In Native American belief, the regard given to vision is similar: it is one’s sacred task, having seen, to share. Harjo proclaims, “I feel strongly that I have a responsibility to all the sources that I am: to all past and future ancestors, to my home country, to all places that I touch down on and that are myself, to all voices, all women, all of my tribe, all people, all earth, and beyond that to all beginnings and endings… . [Writing] frees me to believe in myself, to be able to speak, to have voice, because I have to.” |