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Nat Marie — Fri, 29 Oct 2010 18:19:22 +0000

Made a Tumblr with lots of small blurbs, pictures, and other random caffeine-induced goodies. http://pbc.crestfallen.nu (Note: this was gonna be a new domain of mine, but I can’t let go of Cresty that easily.) And new layout coming soon. Just need to regain hyperfocusing.

Insomniac rambling again…

Nat Marie — Sat, 20 Feb 2010 09:17:37 +0000

I hope I don’t get a lot of joint pain when I get older. As you know, my feet are not the best. They swell up at times, and they hurt like a mofo, especially on cold days. So on my worst days, I’m literally limping. It really sucks monkeys. I need to figure out a way to alleviate the pain on those days. Any suggestions would be nice. Other than cutting my feet off (which has crossed my mind a few times).

And that concludes my…why the hell is my clock on WordPress screwed up?

Never mind.

The Insomniac’s Entry…part 342639732

Nat Marie — Sat, 06 Feb 2010 08:17:06 +0000

It’s 3am now, and I’m here blogging. Why? Because I’m crazy. But at 3am, some crazy thoughts come to mind.

Like what if I had the talent to design furniture. Or if I had the talent to paint . Or if I had the talent to go to bed at a normal time. Crazy thoughts…like that. Even thoughts about grabbing myself some breakfast at 3 in the morning. Yes, it’s that serious.

So remember children: go to bed early…or you’ll end up thinking crazy like me.

Note to self (and others).

Nat Marie — Fri, 06 Mar 2009 22:58:10 +0000

This will be stickied in the aside, so that people can see the entries and vote for their favorite. Remember that voting ends on March 17th. That’s a little under two weeks from now. OMG…it’s almost March 17th. Eep! *fears the number 24* All right, vote for your favorite memory!

Ah, springtime.

Nat Marie — Fri, 27 Feb 2009 02:23:25 +0000

It sure as hell doesn’t feel like it yet, but I just can’t wait for it. Lounging on some patio furniture while taking in the warmth of the sun without the humidity. Smelling the fresh spring breeze air (or, since I live in NYC, the noxious fumes of car exhaust). Taking pictures of the flowers… Sneezing on the flowers…sniffling, coughing, rubbing my eyes…lather, rinse and repeat. But I’m tired of the snow. Bring on the allergies–that’s more tolerable.