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I CrossFit, Therefore I Tear My Hands

When I was a young girl full of dreams delusions, I never thought I’d grow up to be a woman who shaved her palms or went up in t-shirt size to accommodate her expanding arms. I didn’t foresee swinging 35 pounds and following up the fun by throwing myself on the ground for a sort…

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Why I’m living on land

Remember when you were a kid and few things were more fun than playing in a pool? And your parents, especially your mother, would just lounge on a chair and might not even get a drizzle of water anywhere on her skin? I remember perfectly. Pools ranked high on my fun-o-meter as a child, and…

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The office coffee is the scourge of humanity

Dear Diary, The office coffee burns a hole in my tongue and in my soul. It reminds me of hope lost in an abyss of abysmal despair, a place where dreams perish, where smiles and laughter are remnants of a past long ago forgotten, where a dark roast sets fire to intestines and burns any…

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They’re playing music in the office

Dear Diary, They’re playing the music. What music doesn’t matter, they’re just playing it. Trapped and exposed in an open office plan, like a wounded antelope on the African plains waiting for a lion to pounce on and kill me, I sit at my desk with my headphones on, desperate to escape. Escape the noise,…

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Ode to a messenger bag

There once was a boy named Travis. He lived a life so lavish. He spent big dollars On things like dog collars, On tech toys, trucks, and crab trawlers. He fell in love with a messenger bag. But, oh how it caused his shoulders to sag. Though it caused him great pain, He still was quite vain,…

Copyright 2015. Courtney Kirchoff.