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Old Friend
Hello old friend ( Read more... ) -
I'm real
I have a voice, I swear I do.
I have just been unable to find it in awhile.
Im trying to keep my body clean. Stop this drug, that drug (no, not the illegal kinds), alcohol, dirty food... but the more effort I put into it, the harder I crawl back to it all, in the end.
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Date a girl who reads. Or better yet, date a girl who writes.
Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.
Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in ( Read more... ) -
Sugar
DEAR SUGAR, The Rumpus Advice Column #64: Tiny Beautiful Things
Sugar bio ↓ · February 10th, 2011 · filed under Dear Sugar, rumpus original
Dear Sugar,
I read your column religiously. I’m 22. From what I can tell by your writing, you’re in your early 40s. My question is short and sweet: what would you tell your 20-something self if you could talk ( Read more... ) -
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I do not feel very well. I am not very happy ( Read more... ) -
Horoscopes have a fickle nature
Occasionally I amuse myself but checking out my horoscope along with horoscopes of my family, close friends, loved ones, and previous loved ones just for the fun of it. I can always personally agree or disagree with what is usually in store for me but I go based on what knowledge I have about my others when playing with their astrological sign
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With intelligence, comes mischief
So last night when leaving a friends house, I was not feeling so well. I guess itsback again. a mild form of the stomach flu. I think I have been hexed with that virus for all of eternity, that parasitic burden constantly comes back to burden me via my love of seafood. I digress.. So I come home, have a Pandora's box of stomach flu symptoms, and ( Read more... ) -
Manifest
I feel like I can no longer tolerate an environment in which I personally created for myself.
It is as if I evolved out of it.
Like the evolution of a land-animal from a fish with gills.
Something has got to give, especially after I have given all too much. -
Curious Basterds...
From here on out, ALL entries will be classified as private unless I feel compelled to be generous and share with Big Brother and other nosy buttfuckers.
But le why? You may ask. Because I can.
This journal was originally made to document my exploits and it has slowly evolved to keeping my sanity and eloquent writing skills.
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a river of tears for Flyn
Flyn, my 16-year old dog (practically canine sister), was diagnosed with breast cancer today. Last week, I noticed that her mammary glands had stiffened, reddened, and shown some signs of swelling. I took her to the vet and he so easily said that she had breast cancer. The words just rolled off his lips like it was an everyday occurrence ( Read more... )