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I am a person preoccupied with options... and dirt.
FAQ's
What is the Dirty Ballerina?
A: The Dirty Ballerina is a collection of words, drawings and meanderings that fell out of my head and onto a page. (In the real life paper version there will be things that fell out of other people's heads sometimes.)
Who is the dirty ballerina?
A: Me.
Why do you get to be THE dirty ballerina? What makes you so special?
A: Because I said so and because that's me in the tutu.
Do you even do ballet?
A: The last time I did ballet was when that picture was taken 22 years ago.
*I'm going to stop here before it gets ugly and say that everyone has a little dirty ballerina inside of them. The next time you pour coffee down the front of your fancy outfit or trip and fall in the mud stop for a minute and look at yourself. Are you laughing? There she is...
Thirty in Thirty
As an assignment to myself and to push myself to learn about deadlines I am writing a blog everyday for thirty days. The only requirement I have is that I cannot blog about blogging. Most of it may be crap but I'm doing it anyway, so there.
Just Remember
My grandma always says, never let the truth get in the way of a good story. I always say, the truth is better than anything you can make up. I also tend to listen to my grandma as she's pretty smart. So, if you pop up, or think you pop up in anything I write you might be right, but then again, you might be wrong. All memory is fiction essentially, right?
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October
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- This morning I should be packing
- I'm still waiting for this to go back to being wha...
- Let me set this up for you...My sister got a puppy...
- Well hot damn and holy calamity what a day! I'm tr...
- I made myself write tonight. I waffled and wandere...
- My dog peed on the couch. I have two tables. One c...
- Speaking of pain...
- Here's the thing. I don't like pain. It's not my b...
- Once upon a very long time ago I had a date. It's ...
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1 comment:
I seem to always be at square one. I believe that's why I write. Writing is my way of dealing with it.
Oh yeah... just stumbled upon your blog today, hence all of the comments. I live in Cincinnati. It's snowing. I'm bored. Deal with it.
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