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you saw it here first.
I don't care that it's not scientific-Poll: Should Bush be Impeached?
If this happens in my lifetime, I swear I will dye my hair blue to celebrate the ousting of the red army. After all, there ain't nothing freer than the sky. -
between the lines.
Who says fiction has to make sense? I mean, here, take this, this is my kind of fiction, the kind I write when I'm not writing the other kind:
"Give me your sadness like rainwater," he said ( Read more... ) -
more than I deserve.
Some days it's harder than others. Some days, I really believe I can change my life, turn it into one where I live in love and do the things that put my heart at peace. Some days, I don't. But on the best days, I believe I have already changed my life (had it changed for me) and on these days, there is no end in sight (the same as eternity). ( Read more... ) -
how do you like me now?
And today it occurs to me that no amount of pate-with-peppercorns-on-fancypants-organic-artisan-peasant-wheat-bread-eating and hoitytoity-English-Breakfast-tea-with-milk-and-sugar-drinking is going to make me a grown-up if I persist in running around the neighborhood with white cotton panties sticking out of my jeans' back pocket. -
my brave new world.
I am not feeling brave. Mostly, I just feel an edged plane of translucent panic slicing through every level of reasoning I have. I told my boss-I shrugged and smiled in faux casualness, and flippantly tossed out the announcement as if I actually believed I could do it without falling to pieces-I'm going to start taking classes, I said, at Harvard ( Read more... )
