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esskay
Hey hey. I'm Sasha.
Digital storyteller,
Photographic narrator,
Hogwarts alum.
In real life, I write things. I speak fluent sarcasm. I'm unintentionally funny. My favorite thing is food. Guac is life. I'm a fountain of the most random information. I'm pretty, only because it's weird to call oneself beautiful. I'm weird in all the good ways. I live in the greatest city on Earth. I was Sasha before Beyonce was schizophrenic.
My life is stranger than fiction. But please, don't take my word for it.
My pen is mightier than my sword.

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12/19 date night
12/23 christmas adam


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Truth is, I'm not innocent. I'm just an abstinent fireplace that doesn't wanna feel the fire kindled between her legs anymore so don't mind the ashes. They're just evidence of how brightly I can glow and I wanna glow hard like one dim star on an otherwise starless night that shines just to prove its fidelity.

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  winter
Tuesday, February 15, 2011 || 6:49 PM
Today, while making a mad dash to finish and submit all of my work on time, I found myself in the exact same place I was six weeks ago: the English department. I remembered it as if it were only six weeks ago...
I had gone out to a new years party the night before the first day of school, thus finding it hard to shake myself awake the next morning. So naturally, I got to class half an hour late and when I arrived, the room was empty. So I headed to the registrar who sent me to the English department to find out where my class really was and it turns out I had the right room, my professor had just dismissed everyone early. But he told me not to worry my pretty little head about it and it was all good.
Now, six weeks later...well, you guys can just imagine. But I wouldn't be the procrastinator you all know and love if I didn't leave at least one thing til the last minute. Needless to say, I didn't finish my essay until this afternoon, after my final and I had to trek back to the English department to stuff it into my professors mailbox. Crisis averted. And stuff like that.
The high point of this day had to be the conversation I had with my gay boyfriend on the bus. I'm gonna miss him the most. Ehh...I'll see him in two weeks. Til then, I'll have this hilariousness to keep his crazy antics fresh in my memory:
Me: I think I'm gonna cut my hair.
Him: why?!
Me: *shrugs* I need a change.
Him: you need a change? sweetheart, you don't need a haircut, just get yourself another blatino, you'll be fine.
Me: *lmao*
Yeahh...he's a trip.
Anywhoo, as I was walking home, I noticed that the sun was out and the weather was kinda mild. The snow and ice on the ground had started melting. I realized that not only is Spring semester around the corner, Spring itself isn't too far off. I'm looking forward to it, not just for the warmer weather but I'm hoping I get the change I'm looking for, whether it's a haircut or a new blatino. One way or another, I really don't mind.

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