tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79338141843681767962026-10-17T16:52:55.388-07:00If you enjoy the ramblings and diatribes of the last single girl on earth and her insane little life, well then come on doooown. This is the blog for you.Andygirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11639545596114354278noreply@blogger.comBlogger699125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7933814184368176796.post-6160923589829752802017-05-15T13:17:00.002-07:002017-05-15T13:17:44.316-07:00

Hey there, old friends. I don't know if anyone even still checks this blog, but, IF YOU DO, I just started a new blog: She Fucking Persists. Find me over there and follow me if you so desire.

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A thousand years ago, I promised you wonderful peoples a post about my anxiety and stress and how I've been struggling to keep hold of my wits lately. And then I never wrote it because when I'm battling my stress levels, I tend to neglect the things I love to do most. I let the necessary obligations rule (because, what choice do you have?) and any free time is spent trying to recuperate and

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I have been planning on writing a post in which I tell you how I've been struggling a bit lately with anxiety and life changes and am looking for a therapist. But then the snow happened and so clearly I need to tell you about that first. BUT! First, a little about the anxiety. Years ago, before I moved to Portland and before I went through therapy the first time, before I cut off contact with

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This is my cousin's adorable rescue dog Buttercup. She'll love you within an inch of your life and I'm pretty sure this is the most still I've ever seen her. And isn't she just gorgeous in that light? See more here. 

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I don’t always take photos of flowers and cats. Sometimes I love me some architecture and a clear winter day in downtown Portland is especially lovely. The light gradient absolutely slays me. That sliver of light is just delicious.  See more here. 

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It finally happened. I have converted to the cult of Doctor Who and I'm still not sure why. I'm eons behind the rest of the world, but since it's a show about time travel, I think I'm off the hook. I really have my cousin to thank. Granted, most of my friends call themselves proud Whovians, but she's always seemed more into Doctor Who than most. And I've given episode one (the 2005 version) a

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This is my cousin's adorable and utterly precocious little girl. She's 16 months old with enough energy for 6 kids. In other words, the cutest. See more here. You'll be glad you did!

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I couldn't resist sharing more than one! Happy Holidays, all! See more here

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Once upon a time, someone I once knew that time once told me that sick Andrea was the funniest Andrea. I suppose it's probably true. When I'm sick, this dark, sardonic side of me comes out that I can usually suppress the rest of the time, when I'm a fucking ray of sunshine, all perky and bubbly and make people barf with the sweetness of my smiling disposition. It's true. Don't laugh. But I'm

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In case we haven't fawned over my boy enough lately. See more here.

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Because I can never get enough of those Fall colors. See more here. 

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It's that time of year, when we gather all our kin and eat a ton of food and booze, and yell at each other because we really don't want to be together, and celebrate the hostile takeover of most of a continent, and then wake up the next day at the asscrack of dawn to trample all in our path just to get a great deal on a piece of shit "It" toy or a flat screen TV. Yeah, I'm a buzzkill. I know.

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This is what I get to come home to every day. See more here. 

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Wet leaves are as much a part of Portland Fall as the rain itself. It also means that, however pretty, one must walk carefully so as to avoid falling on one's ass in the street. See more here. 

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I'm finally taking photos again! Try not to die of shock. I love Autumn. It's my very favorite and I can't believe I haven't taken more photos of my fave season this year, so I'm making up for it now. Because I tend to migrate toward macros, I thought I'd play with light and shadow in some full tree shots. What do you think? Isn't this afternoon light just delicious? See more here.

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As a kid, I always loved the Brady Bunch, maybe because I was an only child who desperately wanted a houseful of siblings, though, let's be honest - I was also obsessed with Marcia and her gorgeous hair and bellbottoms and I pretty much spent a chunk of my formative years trying to look like her. And, while I never had a houseful of siblings, I did have two cousins who were just like sisters (

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Horrifying Pinterest shit is BACK! I had intended to link up a Halloween post before Halloween, you know, so people can learn something. But alas, my laziness and lack of time management skills won out and so you get this gem after Halloween.  There were so many examples of racist costumes, mostly in the vein of "culture as a costume." If you don't know what I'm talking about, Google

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The other day, I told you that part of the reason I haven't written was due to my big move (yay!), but the other part is because I've been grieving and haven't wanted to write or take photos or really be expressive at all. See, the beloved Sprocket Ink is no more.  And I am very sad. I wasn't there the entire time, but I was there at the beginning and at the end and there's

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Well hello, old friends, old buddies, old pals. It's been a thousand years since I've written, a veritable millenia, if you will. I have a bunch of good reasons for this, of which I may or may not write about in this post. I honestly haven't decided yet. Let's just all be glad I'm actually writing, shall we? Yes, yes we shall. The biggest reason I haven't written was that I MOVED! Into a house!

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I've been just mildly obsessed with this song lately. Okay, the last month or so. At first, I was just enchanted by the totally delicious harmonies and really thought the lyrics were fairly meh, but the more I listen to it, the more I actually began to identify with it. I also may have sang it at a little birthday karaoke fun last night and rocked it. Make of that what you will. The other day

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I have nothing to add to this; it's just that horrifying on its own. Good luck sleeping tonight! Happy weekend! 

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What can I say? I hate slut shaming. This is not okay. Sex isn't bad and it doesn't make women "nasty." Can we stop shaming women who like sex? Can we already? Ugg.

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o I have absolutely no words. What's worse? The realistic heart or the fact that two people are having sex in it? That can't be sanitary. Not to mention that this is presumably based on two real people- people who were in a relationship and who probably aren't anymore. I am very superstitious about tattoos and relationship or couples tattoos absolutely always with no exception curse the

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My bestie sent me this. Because she knows me well.  If you read this blog or you read my posts at Sprocket Ink, you know that I tend to write about controversial topics. It's what I do. I like it, for the most part, but mostly? I just can't help myself. I have to do it. If I care about it, if it fires me up or pisses me off or makes my heart hurt, I have to write about it. To be sure,

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WHY? Why why why? How would you even live with this shit? Imagine wiping your ass. Just imagine. There's no way anyone even actually has nails like this and I hate Pinterest for making us think someone does. That said, this photo is pretty cool.

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