Yesterday, one of the truck drivers said I reminded him of her:

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I am invisible. I am mute. I am easily ignored. I am shaped like a target larger than the side of a barn, or maybe just a big steaming pile of shit. I am amused or sitting hidden on the stairs, trying not to cry. I am not your buttmonkey, or your errand boy, or your fair weather friend. I am damn tired. I am not going to take it anymore. I am done ( Read more... )

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Heading to Texas. If anyone wants a big pencil, drop me a line.

She had a map of the world drawn on her face. I wasn't quite sure why. Snippets and words wound their way to my ear disjointed and full of unrest. Austria was grieved and threatened to run while New Zealand bobbed like a buoy on the down of her upper lip. Her friend wore wings that seemed out of place even in a coffee shop. Neither girl was my main ( Read more... )

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Handmade is the new dot com. Buy some cardstock and a ball of yarn. Set up an Etsy site or buy a web domain. Deem yourself someone of unique vision. Call yourself an artist. Soon you will be able to work from home, wait make that a mansion, oh no... better make that a loft because your artist cred and ever expanding ego will require all the open ( Read more... )