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my theory on CRUSHES
Crushes are like chocolate Easter bunnies.
They are all sparkly and shiny and wrapped in colorful foil. They look so...appealing! You just have to see what is under that foil, have to bite into it. The anticipation itself is tasty, yes, but you know that sinking your teeth in and feeling the perfect silky meltiness of the chocolate against ( Read more... ) -
YAY!
for therapy
for friends
for healthy boundaries
for kindness
for rain
for sunshine
for you
for me -
cowards
It got back to me (as this kind of thing does) that someone said I was trashing my ex. Ridiculous. I have shared my thoughts with some about feeling sad and disappointed and betrayed. I have more often said something vague like "it just didn't work out." But "trashing"? Um, no. And, really, if someone has an issue with something I'm saying... ( Read more... ) -
close to grateful...gratefulish? gratefulesque?
it could be worse ( Read more... ) -
ANGER - I've got it bad.
I want to lash out with my acid tongue and split you open. My words would shred your guts--if you had them that day--to their core. Your soggy innards hanging bloody from my mouth, your still-beating heart squeezed and straining, raised over my head with pomegranate-clotted streaks running into my pit is my idea of beautiful. An empty victory. ( Read more... ) -
words on my mind
anger ( Read more... ) -
It was one year ago today - RIP Sunny
Today was surprisingly good. If I was a bettin’ woman (I am, actually…anyone wanna go to Vegas?), I would have put my money on today being spent with jags of sobbing and self-pity. And I would have lost. Well, I do feel sorry for myself. I mean, I lost the opportunity to experience the rest of my life with Sunny in my world. My best friend died- ( Read more... ) -
It was 20 years ago today…11/11/85
I am writing this on the 20th anniversary of my mother’s death. I was 16 and she was 36, and that math means that I am the same age as she was when she died. Tragically young, under tragic circumstances ( Read more... )
