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I am Katie. I go to grad school or something. I live in Virginia. You are now bored with this autobiography.

This is my Twitter, where I am annoying in shorter spurts.

This is my blog of poems and prose I like.

This is my blog of food that I've made.

Ask me a question here.

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“Finish things. That’s how you develop your voice. Whether it’s a poem or a short film or a painting or a piece of theatre, whatever it is, finish it....”

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Today was a bad mental health day

Tomorrow’s still up for grabs.

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[Passive-aggressive rant about work shit that’s got me in a particularly ugly mood.]

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I had my mom drive me to check on a cat I’ve seen lying in the same spot in a ditch for two days in a row tonight so I really identify with Will in...

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When meeting one of my neighbors.

I introduced myself by dropping an enormous heavy suitcase on my foot and gasping, “IS. THAT. A. PUGGLE.”

I don’t know the dog’s name but I’m calling him “Fat Virginia Tucker.”

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