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My tweets
- Fri, 15:09: #tmw You say something incredi-dumb and can't take it back. #unfiltered #facepalm
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My tweets
- Sat, 13:59: Thoughts on Tolerance: Pumpkin Spice VS Bacon http://t.co/yYyaMJMdHf
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Thoughts on Tolerance: Pumpkin Spice VS Bacon
Here's a thought on tolerance. (ok, really it's just a random thought with a fancy intro, just go with it.)
D'you suppose there are people out there who like pumpkin spice stuff and don't like bacon? And they look at Bacon people like..., well, like non-PS people look at PS lovers? They're over there with memes and gifs going, "Oh those Crazy Bacon ( Read more... ) -
My tweets
- Wed, 21:38: 2015 Updates - smart phone, paid off car, got CCs, 1 job FT, 3 cats PT, now housesitting, taxes blow, & being an adult is highly overrated.
- Wed, 21:42: Also, am loving #lanadelrey. sample: https://t.co/IBL9Rd1cUx (Gods & Monsters)
- Wed, 21:43: Conversely, also liking #lecrae - https://t.co/n0qiqXNrD5 (timepiece)
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My tweets
- Sun, 14:46: Sept '14: Finding old things http://t.co/I2cJNOuRld
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Sept '14: Finding old things
Two cups of coffee, and I still can't seem to shake these moody blues ( Read more... ) -
Work - warning, graphic spoilers.
So a little munchkin ralphed outside the store today. Brave little bugger, I have to hand it to him, he held his own til he got outside. When that fresh air hit though, he kinda esploded. I know, ew. That's life; it's messy. My 3rd day there, back in Nov 12, and some kid lost it right in front of me. Can you say awkward? I didn't even know where ( Read more... ) -
Melancholy Medicine
It struck me today, while I was driving around Mont Belvieu, that I am no longer in my twenties. In fact, I am nearing the age my father was when he buried his father, and that is looking down the dark lengths of a ditch I used to watch sticks spin in as a child. And my former classmates are nearing this age too, when they will have to sit on the ( Read more... ) -
Friday's Public Post
I admit it. They are trying to drive me nuts.
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Waterbench
Waterbench - 10.24.2010
I have spent three nights at the water's edge,
watching the moon pass over.
Hiding its face in the clouds,
as though moved to tears by some sorrow
I could only touch the hem of in passing.
And still it chilled me.
Yes, the moon hid its face
while I lit fires by the shoreline,
and sought absolution from the wind,
shelter from the ( Read more... )