Hip to the Groove

Hey, I'm Maya. I'm a half dominican, half eastern european agnostic vegetarian commitmentphobe in a relationship working as a mental health technician in a psych hospital. Enjoy.
Sep 25
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This is not a love story

This is not a love story

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I experience a rush of intense emotions

every time I think about the movie 500 Days of Summer.  These emotions were even more intense while I was watching it, so I’m really unsure of how I could have possibly survived it.

I feel ecstatic, depressed, dramatic, sympathetic, empathetic, lonely, comforted, philosophical, love, chemistry, butterflies, scared, and confused.

It’s rare that a movie has this sort of effect on me. That’s how I know I love it.

Sep 20
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Aug 13
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Boop

cowpippo:

Thou shall not drunk text the boy you like.

Thou shall not send him dirty messages (he started!).

Thou shall not listen to high schoolers about how to reply to said boy’s messages.

Fuck my life. But I did get a kick out of it.

WHAT BOY!?!?! We really need to talk missy. Things have changed farrrr too much without my knowing about it.

Jul 23
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So maybe I don’t hate babies.

dylicious:

Today someone who I’m fond of told me he was having a child with his wife, who I also love.  I could barely contain myself I was so excited for the both of them!  So, the whole point of this is that maybe I don’t hate babies, I only hate all the people I’ve ever known who have had them.  (That’s a joke… sort of.  Is there anybody I know on here who has had a child that I am friends with?  I hope not.)

You haven’t met that baby yet. Don’t speak too soon buddy.

Jul 20
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Also

different in Texas:

  • Gun Usage: Prevalent. Apparently there could be a few times on July 4th during which you might need to duck and cover because people will just pull out their guns and start firing.
  • “Sammich” Usage: Often. I say “sammich” instead of “sandwich” for fun, but Texans put it on the menu and even name stores after it.
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I’m Baaaack

Just went on a 9 day vacation to Texas (Houston area) to visit my boyfriend’s family. Jersey is verrrryyy different.

Things that are different in Texas:

  • Trucks/SUVs: Everywhere. Who cares about gas prices and the environment??
  • Chain Restaurants: Everywhere. Apparently, nothing else survives. They have Sonic, Church’s, Jack in the Box, CiCi’s, and many more I’ve never seen before.
  • Heat: Overwhelming. Sometimes it hits you in the face and strangles you to death.
  • Churches: Everywhere. With electronic signage and ginormous crosses.
  • Architecture: Summery. Boring things like banks have awesome modern architecture with huge windows.
  • Fettucini Alfredo: Weird. I was told not to order it, but I did it anyway. It was neither white nor creamy.
  • Bagels and Good Pizza: Rare. You can only get bagels at the supermarket, and everyone knows bagels suck at the supermarket. Edible pizza is almost nonexistent.
  • Cool Things from the 50’s/60’s: Awesome. Drive-in movie theaters, waiters in rollerskates, and “parking.” *Wink*
  • Strip Malls: Extravagant. One of them had a moat with a boat.
  • HEB Supermarkets: Comprehensive. Bakery, butcher, toiletries, samples, sushi, and the most cheese varieties i’ve ever seen.

There are more, but I’m tired. I’m just glad no one ever brought up religion or politics. Atheistic liberals are like Satan over there.

Jul 17
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mburke8:
Went to a Buddhist monastery in Woodstock on Monday.  There was a bear.
This is the way I imagine it:
Bear: I look super adorable today, so I think I’ll go for a stroll.
Me: Awwww can I pet it??
Matt: No you’ll die.

mburke8:

Went to a Buddhist monastery in Woodstock on Monday.  There was a bear.

This is the way I imagine it:

Bear: I look super adorable today, so I think I’ll go for a stroll.

Me: Awwww can I pet it??

Matt: No you’ll die.

Jul 07
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Jul 05
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cowpippo:

It will end up being a marriage of mutual respect. Not love. Just like what honey brown eyes did with his wifey. I don’t know if I can live the rest of my life on mutual respect.

I wonder if you can live your life never truly experiencing the over romanticized American version of love. Surely your American side says absolutely not.