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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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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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  #oomf
Saturday, October 15, 2011 || 1:40 AM
It's a little after 1am and I can't sleep. Usually, when insomnia strikes, I write in my journal until I can't think and by then I'm usually tired enough to fall asleep. But I don't care to get out of bed and look for a pen and actually write and my phone was sitting right next to me so I figured I'd blog myself to sleep. Besides, for the most part, the things I write in my journal are the same things I write on my blog, just less specific. So I'm gonna try something.
For those of you not on Twitter, "oomf" means "one of my followers" and its a device used to subtweet (subliminally tweet) people who are following you. Stick that hashtag (number sign) on the front and it turns into a link that, when clicked, shows you every tweet including oomf.
That's all for today's Twitter lesson. I also teach a course on Google+ and the new Facebook.
That was a joke. Anywhoo...
Let's talk about #oomf. And let's talk about how over it I wish I was too, also, as well. Because right now, I'm wondering why #oomf is so sometimeish (is that a word??). And why is it that #oomf will barely give me the time of day when not too long ago, we were super cool like the other side of my pillow and #oomf was definitely dtf? If I remember nothing else, I remember that because I was kinda shocked. It's weird, the things I think about when I can't sleep and the moon is full...
Now it would seem I'm rambling in my head. But one thing's for sure. I will never write another blog entry with a tutorial at the beginning. Google it, hoes.
Nighty night :)

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