I am not the most pleasant person to know.

I am a passionate lover though.

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Hour lunches aren't as inviting as you would think. Too much time to kill, kind of tired of the blood shed ( Read more... )

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I love to spoil the boy so yesterday I suggested we buy him new glasses. He chose his poison and in just a few days they will be ready! He's very excited! I can't stop smiling because I know on Tuesday when we pick them up he won't be able to either. That makes me so incredibly happy ( Read more... )

I would love to own a shredder, I think I would take pleasure in the destruction of something so helpless, so lifeless and numb. I like the whirring sound they make as it meticulously slices the paper into strips. Of course, after all was said and done I would recycle in order to keep up with my SHREDDING ADDICTIONAfter the shredder I think I would ( Read more... )

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It takes a lot of self-pity to make a great writer. Brought on by depression, it is in the moments of our self-loathing that we find fantastic ideas. Fantastic in the sense that we are insignificant and there are far more powerful forces pushing forward when all we want is to fall back. She becomes the damsel in distress and suddenly, more able ( Read more... )

Life's sand is shifting under our feet. The tide is changing and the wind is dancing like never before ( Read more... )

There were no gruesome scars, hairy masks or sharp teeth. There was no blood visible only the chilled frost on my bones and the stale, cold air. You wouldn't know it but this was my nightmare. I struggled with them, with hers and hims, but they wouldn't budge, they wouldn't let me win. Running from corner to corner, this all looks so familiar as I ( Read more... )