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Highs + Lows

by Holly on December 12, 2010

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The weekend. Starting at 5pm on Friday, it’s a glorious 55 hours where I am usually able to enjoy doing the things I want to do. These activities include cooking, baking, exercising, reading, shopping, going to Target + spending more money than I can afford, sleeping and hanging with friends. However, this was my first […]

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making up is hard to do

by Holly on December 6, 2010

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I can’t remember the last time I cooked something. Luckily, I just so happen to have a blog where I record such food things. Based on said blog, the last actual thing I cooked was The Sandwich That Changed My Life, and that was 22 days ago. I honestly thought after the elections, life would want […]

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Klassy (With a K)

by Holly on September 19, 2010

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Sometimes, it doesn’t matter how classy you start your weekend. You can enjoy a delightful bowl of Scallop Linguine bathed in a light tomato cream sauce… You can even top it off with a posh glass of Pinot Noir and tiramisu for dessert. But it won’t matter. Some things are just bound to get klassy. You’ll […]

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Friends, Food + Fun

by Holly on August 29, 2010

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I experienced the pleasure of hanging out with the bestest of friends all weekend long. These friends include Angharad. She’s British; she blogs; she’s hilarious; and she’s my friend. We actually met through this crazy lil’ thing called blogging. And for that, I am eternally grateful. Because she also loves Indian food, and it was dang […]

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Ten Random Things

by Holly on May 11, 2010

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Original, huh? Literally, this post is a list of ten things. My creativity is maxed out for the day, and I still have several hours of freelance writing ahead of me. I’m crossing my fingers my genius is in this dirty, clothes-strewn room of mine and something interesting comes to me while clacking away on […]

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