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On Being Me
My break-up with last Thursday has had me in a bit of a whirlwind for the past week. Hence, a mildly dramatic hiatus from my blog. Nevertheless, I have put myself back together, making a successful recovery from what had a shocking resemblance to misery. Other than a few stray pimples, I am back to [...]
Dear John Letter to Thursday
Dear Thursday,
I just wanted to write you a little note and tell you how incredibly boring you were today. While I can say that Wednesday was a royal pain in my ass, at least it flew by. But you… yea, you totally sucked. I am highly disappointed, and I must say, I expected [...]
A Creature of Habit
After my chat with my little sister this evening, and jokingly reverting to a ritual from our childhood, I came to grips that I am indeed, a creature of habit. As kids, we shared a room for several years. Though not our ideal living situation, we got through it, in one piece. [...]
The Attack of the Irate Driver
You may recall a recent post of mine about an Irate biker who thought it oh so necessary to stalk me one Friday morning…
Well - my boyfriend found this on CNN.com, and I thought it was all too appropriate. Enjoy!
The Outfit I Can’t Return
I went to a boutique sale today, (sample sale meets swap meet) with my darling mother (Angela Bassett meets Martha Stewart - without the record). We piled both arms high before we made our way to the dressing room to try on our potential purchases. When the makeshift, non-English speaking, hostess pointed us [...]
Just Is…
I know there are things that you tend to doubt
Tactfully, tastefully, but nonetheless about…
Me.
But, you see, I have found a new sense of enlightenment,
Since the angles of our “K” connected
And spent,
…Time, that yielded a strong return on investment.
Its a new feeling, a strange feeling, a brilliant feeling detected.
A genuine observation through a mirror, where nothing [...]
Freedom of Peace
Peace. So easily spoken, but such a hard concept to restrain, attain… and maintain. Dammit.
I have probably had more conversations with myself in the last year, than I have had in my entire life. It is likely… highly likely, that the grandma standing behind me in the grocery line, or the kid who walked past [...]
