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After a while, the use of hyperbole in conversation sneaks its way into the subconscious and becomes hyperbole in thought. And after another while, the use of hyperbole in thought, in self-conversation, evolves into a frame for viewing the world, the universe, existence, the future, et cetera. This is where I find myself these days -- in an ( Read more... )

I sincerely miss these children:


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Steps needed to take in order to order my life, in no particular order ( Read more... )

I try not to be negative, but when the positives are completion of "go-backs" and a few choice snarky comments to McBitch the boss, I wonder if I made some wrong decisions. Shoulda woulda coulda...I get it, hindsight dot dot dot, end of story. Not so apparently. I dig the song "Past in Present" by Feist because it's girly and dance-able and also ( Read more... )

Last night I dreamt I was pregnant and in the dream I rubbed my belly continuously, smoked a cigarette (!), and referred to my being knocked up as a condition. For example: "What does she have to say about our condition?" I said our because my sister was pregnant as well, though farther along than I. My grandmother, the uptight one, was there ( Read more... )

Here's one for the hideous Etsy files:


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