Hand me down, pick me up

There’s something so intimate about hand-me-downs, don’t you think?

As a child, I hated using things my brother no longer needed. I felt as if he was more important so he got to use brand new things: like a new study table. (I was too small to use anything else yet.)

I had outgrown my tiny table and got promoted to using my brother’s.

Why can’t I get my own table?

But studying at that table with my brother next to me, my feet hardly touching the ground, are the earliest memories I have of my first home; one of my fondest memories.

I loved to read and I’d read my storybooks cover to cover and answer all the questions at the end of each one before they were taught in class as my brother practiced his math questions, scribbling squiggles and pluses and minuses.

As I grew a little older, I would wear clothes from when he was small. I didn’t really mind. I don’t remember complaining about it; the table was another matter. In my head, it was every individual’s inviolable right to possess their own table.

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I wear round neck t-shirts my mother used to wear at one point. There are three of them, of which two go wherever I do.

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20 things i think while IMing

1.’LOOK! i don’t even capitalize my i’s!’


2. ‘You take way too long to type. I type faster. See?’ *types furiously. Because every chat is a race you must win.*


3. ‘We’re not texting, you know. You could consider complete English words and sentences. I’ve heard they can be life-changing.’


4. ‘You know you’re boring, don’t you? And you’re doing this to me because I unknowingly bored you at some point in life?’




6. ‘Are you googling all those names?’


7. ‘You? Who?’


8. ‘Well, this is awkward. We talk a lot in real life and then the internet happens and bang a dang baby. You’re just somebody that I used to know.’ JK I’ve never said bang a dang ever in my life and I have no idea how my life decisions aligned for me to come up with that.


9. ‘Whoa. you’re still typing. What are you typing? Do you love me? Did I talk too much? DID SOMETHING BAD HAPPEN? WHAT IS IT?’


10. ‘Hello good lookin’.’


11. ‘Wow. You’re really not that dense.’


12. ‘Wow. You really are that dense.’


13. ‘Do you realize you used that word in the wrong context? I must point it out. Politely.’


14. ‘What’s with the terse replies?
‘Nm. ‘
‘Ahaan. ‘
There you go- I have seen your message and just so you know, I’M BUSIER.’


15. ‘Did that sound non-‘caffeine high’ enough? Oh boy. Can’t tell. More coffee. Brb.’


16. ‘How do people manage that yellow dot for ‘idle’? Do I ever look idle to anyone?’


17. *stares at screen while friend pours heart out* ‘You little bear. You need a hug. Go huggapillow!’


18. ‘What a waste of time. Everyone does this chatting thing?’



19. ‘I don’t have a boyfriend and no i don’t want to marry you. Really.’


20. ‘Just gonna spend five minutes chatting.’


*ten minutes later*
‘Just gonna spend five minutes chatting.’

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Thoughts on losing your creativity in the blogosphere.

I wanted my own digital sandbox to be wildly creative in. That’s why I started this site. I wanted to unshackle my imagination and make it rain humor filled content all over the place. But I’ll be honest with you. I also wanted as many people as possible to see the things I was making in my sandbox.

Like, just an absurd amount of people, you know?

Look at my blog

Actually, a better way of phrasing that is to say that I wanted as many people as possible to connect with the things I was making. Because I think all of us that create and share creative work on the internet crave that connection. It’s only human.

And since we’re human, we went ahead and conveniently found a way to quantify those connections in a manner that is both addictively gratifying and soul crushingly deflating…

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