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Most emo post ever.

My locker was always messy so I didn’t even find the love note asking me to meet you at the drugstore after class until days later.

I didn’t know who you were.

I wouldn’t have gone anyways because I always assumed it was a joke.


Musing from the airport I forgot to blog about:

“Did you leave a banana?” – Lady in the airport bathroom.

Bryan had to bring a whole lot of syringes through airport security and they didn’t bat an eye or ask for his doctor’s note. But they had to search my bag (twice) and confiscated a bottle of soap. Good to know our airport security has their priorities straight.

“Save it for the line at McDonalds”


I’ve had to censor my blog way too much lately to either protect myself or protect others. I’m sick of it. Here’s a (not entirely) cryptic blog of random (not entirely) cryptic thoughts to remedy all that.

I sometimes feel so stupid, getting swept away in possibility, and not taking time to think.

I used to cry that he would only want me while drunk. Now this.

I complain that no one wants to date me and then complain when someone does.

I now know how (t)he(y) problably felt.

You shouldn’t have to pay.

Girlfriend for the night.

I know you two are dating. I was waiting to see how long it would take for you to tell me.

I don’t call because I want you, I call because you’re the only one who knows.

I don’t think you think I’m over it.

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Hi, I'm Val. I spent most of my 20s in a standstill, unable to pick which path in life I wanted to take. I wanted the nomadic life of a traveler but also wanted the husband, the condo, and the kitten. Unable to decide which life I wanted more, I did nothing. When I turned 30 I’d had enough of putting my life on hold and decided to start “choosing my figs.” So, I quit my job, bought a one-way ticket to Europe, and traveled for three years. Now I'm back in Chicago, decorating my apartment in all the teal, petting my cats, and planning my next adventure.

  • Sid
    July 16, 2008at2:19 pm

    insert generic emo joke here

  • Val
    July 16, 2008at2:28 pm

    How many emo kids does it take to screw in a light bulb?
    Three. One to replace it, and two to write a poem about how they miss the old one.
    I didn’t know any off hand, that was the first one to pop up on a search of the interweb

  • Val
    July 16, 2008at2:35 pm

    Speaking of emo poetry…you should definitely check out the “Old-School Poetry” section of my site to read the absolute worst love poems ever written.

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