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Name: Phoebe
Country: United States
State: Illinois
Metro: Waukegan
Birthday: 7/21/1987
Interests: Photography, sitting on roofs, long distance driving, the beach, smiling, iced coffee, Michael Kors <333
Expertise: Oh, if you only knew. :)
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Member Since:
6/27/2003
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Whenever I get a chance between my roommates' I Love New York 2 and Tila Tequila marathons, I try to catch episodes of Bizarre Foods with Andrew Zimmerman on the Travel Channel. He pretty much has my dream job of traveling and eating. Of course he's had his share of sick, sick stuff like maggots (my roommates couldn't watch it with me, maybe they're pansy faces too?) Imagine my delight when his travels to China was shown and one of my favorite entrees was featured. Two words: STINKY. TOFU.
Stinky tofu is a rare treat for me. Probably because I can only find it at a random stand outside a 99 Ranch store in California and my mom hates making it for me at our house. What? My mom hates stinky tofu? Why isn't it INSIDE the 99 Ranch grocery store? Because it smells like deep fried hockey socks. For some reason, I still love it. Yeah, yeah. I know, I'm gross. (or awesome?)
Cut back to Andrew Zimmerman and he's presented with a platter of stinky tofu topped off with another favorite, hundred year old eggs. He tries to eat a chopstick of it, gags and spits it out. Tries it again, does the same thing. Zimmerman is pretty much crying at this point, begging his producers with this eyes to end his misery. Shame on you Andrew Zimmerman, you've eaten straight caterpillars but you can't handle a piece of deep fried tofu? You're not so tough after all.
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| Facebook mini-feed ruins lives. I don't want to know your stupid couple-y inside jokes, after reading that my blood rushed to my head and not in a good way. So what do I do? I took out all the trash in the apartment, scrubbed out the bottom of the garbage can, the microwave, the dishes, even our toaster oven. I continued on my rampage by baking cookies. (something tells me i'm going to be a raging housewife) Even though I expended all that energy, I finally laid in bed around 2 am. I rolled around until 4.30 or 5...I don't really know, I stopped checking. After guzzling half a pot of coffee this morning (I plan on drinking more) I came across this quote that was moving enough to share.
After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and having a connection to a soul. And you learn that love doesn't mean dependency, and company doesn't always mean security. And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts and presents arent promises. You begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes ahead, with the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child. You learn to build all your roads on Today because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans, and future has a way of falling apart mid-flight. After a while, you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much. So plant your own garden and decorate your own soul instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers. You learn that you really can endure, that you really ARE strong, and you really do have worth. And you learn, with every goodbye, you learn.... | | |
| I'm exhausted, physically and mentally. I'm so tired of defending myself, my beliefs and my friends. I've been privileged enough to surround myself with people who were so accepting of how I lived and who I let in for years. All of a sudden, who I chose to befriend and even musical taste has gone under fire and its starting to wear me down. I know that I will never stop standing up for what I believe in, but I'm afraid of snapping so badly that other friendships with end because of it. I'm well aware of the things that set me off and for the time being I've learned all my little quirks that keep me sane. I've cleaned the apartment, cut my bangs and went on iTunes binges...what else is left to do?
The solution is so simple: call people the people who know me best. First and foremost, my parents because they always knows what to say to me. Also those friends that've experienced me at my worst and celebrated with me at my best. As grateful as I am for my friends and family, the people who argue with me should be extremely thankful because I would've exploded a long time ago without my support...and no one wants to see that.
Good to know, I'm not alone.
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"I think I'm going to be alone forever"
"hey, thats my line"
"OUR line now"
Funny how I'm content with being lonely together. In my head, this
makes perfect sense. I've accepted the role of "girl best friend", the
Joey Potter (for all you Dawson's Creek fans) girl next door BS...you
know what I'm talking about. In a world where the mantra "All You Need
is Love" reigns supreme, how am I supposed to go about my day without a
companion? I say, "Screw you, Beatles!" I'm fine on my own! In fact, I
THRIVE. One day a guy who can handle my quirks and spunk will sweep me
off my feet, I'm sure. Until then I'll keep doin' what I do best:
LIVING. If you know me, then you should know I'm not going to sit back
and mope. I refuse to lay back and wait for someone to come to me, nor
will I chase after someone who really doesn't deserve my attention.
Besides, summer is for free spirits. Live and laugh..
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| together forever, never apart. maybe in distance, but never in heart.
well baby bird, not only are you always in my heart...you're also on my skin!
okay. before everyone freaks out on me...i did pray and pray my heart out about this and i feel that God said to me that this is the right thing to do. yes, it hurt..but not nearly as much as losing karen does (although it came in a close second..) yes, my mom knows. i wouldn't be able to do this without her knowing. i can't hide things from her, i can't lie. whats done is done. and i couldn't be happier with it.
not to sound attention hungry, but please leave a comment! i would love to hear what you're thinking!
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