Jane Lynch
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Dreaming in Blue
He eyed the other teenagers gathered outside the record shop, playfully pushing one another and laughing periodically at little jabs from the louder mouths. Had he gone to school he’d probably share a classroom with them, and he stood daydreaming of another life in their company while he waited impatiently, shifting his weight between feet, for his wristwatch to hit 9:04am.
By Jane Lynch3 years ago in Beat
Instagram Ads Are Taking Over My Life; and Wardrobe.
What do the retired gentlemen in my Floridian neighbourhood and I, a 24 year old Irish Jane Doe have in common? Our wardrobes. (Also back pain, but let's not get into that). Leaving home each morning, I’m dressed and ready to attend any number of events at the drop of a vintage baseball hat; spontaneous barbecue, boat trip (thank you Crocs), Hawaiian vacation photoshoot, you get the idea. There is nothing I like more in my wardrobe than a good shirt; color, pattern, material, shape. Instagram knows this, and douses my feed with ads for an endless variety of colourful shirts as generously as the guy adding oil to salad in that meme.
By Jane Lynch3 years ago in Styled
The Palette of Paris
George was staring at the stipple ceiling above his bed when silence was broken by the postman. He pulled his stiff legs to the bedside and rose slowly, his hips creaking with strain. He donned slippers and shuffled from the room. Cold air caught his breath as he made his way down his front steps to retrieve three newspapers.
By Jane Lynch3 years ago in Humans