Sometimes, life just swallows you whole.

Then it spits you back out.

In the end, you are partially digested and covered in slime.

Doesn't that sound inviting?

If I had just one tear running down your cheek
Maybe I could cope maybe I'd get some sleep
If I had just one moment at your expense
Maybe all my misery would be well spent

Yeah.... Could you cry a little
Lie just a little
Pretend that you're feeling a little more pain
I gave now I 'm wanting
Something in return
So cry just a little for me--Faith ( Read more... )

Did you think I was gone for good? Hmm, so did I. After recent events, however, I wanted to make a post in this journal because my husband has been trying to read it. So, for his sake, I am not going to lock this entry. I WANT you to read this, Lowell, ok? (Oh, and get a dictionary so you can understand what I am going to say.) Don’t forget to tell ( Read more... )

( What is your grammar aptitude? )

I know that I promised to update today, but I honestly don't have the time or energy to do it right now.

I have enough to make 20 posts (or more), but good grief that would be enough to put you all in a coma.

I will update tomorrow, hopefully.

I do have one question, though.  Certain "conversations" with certain people have prompted me to wonder ( Read more... )

For all those men who  say, "Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free,"
here's an update for you:

Nowadays 80% of women are against marriage.

Why?

Because women realize it's not worth buying an entire pig just to get a little sausage.

Have you ever cried so much that you run out of tears?

Don't you just love it when someone invades your privacy? Or can it be called that since technically this is a public online journal? I am just overcome with joy about how I cannot write my private thoughts out any more, anywhere, because they will be disclosed to the one person that I do not want to see them--my husband ( Read more... )

She sits among the pieces ( Read more... )

Will it help? Do the words ever help? I have caused so much grief in my life and the lives around me, especially in the last year.  How can I ask forgiveness when I can't even forgive myself? This whole time, I have been lying to everyone. I have been telling people how wonderful things are, and how far we have come. It's all a lie. It has always ( Read more... )