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Confessions from a Humanist Libra
It's funny. Life. The way it happens. The way we change. The surprises that sometimes we have accomplished (though there is always work to be done) the feat of becoming what we've wanted to be. Learning that the steps we've taken, the hardships we've overcome and the decisions we've made have changed us in the ways we recognized we needed ( Read more... ) -
as children, happiness comes naturally
i built my sandcastle a bit too close to the waters edge,
the waves took their time and washed it away.
time for a new plastic bucket,
maybe a green one with one of those
white faux-braided molded plastic handles,
you know the kind,
with a shovel to match.
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she's got legs... and arms... and two broken fingers
I thought it appropriate to attempt and reignite my love for the lj with a new addition to my ever-growing family...
First there was Susan,
mine and Lindsey's broken armless standing mannequin.
Then I moved and took her legs with me to California,
while her torso stayed in the South.
Next came Sharon (Tate ( Read more... ) -
buy my shit.
for all of you who have ever lusted after my belongings, now's your chance to make it your own.
as i have announced, i am leaving the east coast and won't have space for everything, or anything, for that matter, in my new place.
so, it's all gotta go.
take a look at my craigslist postor just come over to my house in grant park w.a shopping cart ( Read more... ) -
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partaking in my haagen-dazs pistachio ice cream for breakfast,
on my first morning off in weeks,
floating through my daily internet fix stops,
perusing friends' recent lj posts,
i fall upon a postthough many of you really don't recall my short time in philadelphia ( Read more... ) -
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update overdue ( Read more... )
