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I have been trying to come up with a single word to describe my mood lately. I can't find one. I need something that sounds focused and yet bouncy all at once. There just isn't really anything that can capture both emotions. I'm really happy (which is always a reason for concern when it's happening to me. ***REFILL MEDS!!!***). But I'm also going ( Read more... ) -
Over and under
I'm so over my job! So I'm job searching. Only a little success so far. And if I do get that job, I'm not sure what I'll tell everyone... This is a terrible time to be job hunting ( Read more... ) -
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I'm trying to get a new job. I just sent 3 emails to this one company because I kept forgetting to include my resume. Yeah, they're not going to hire me... -
Dreaming Is Free
I had a dream last night that I was Marge Simpson's daughter from a previous marriage. So Homer was my stepfather. And I was sent to the pharmacy to pick up his Viagra. But I couldn't get it because my last name was not Simpson and so I had to go back and pick up my halfbrother, in this case, Bart because his last name was Simpson ( Read more... ) -
Definition...
demonmessiah got me thinking. What defines us? I have been defined so many many times by the color of my hair. I am naturally very blonde. I've been told time and time again how blessed I am. But my hair defines me. I cut it recently. I cut it on Tuesday. Not all of it but most of it is gone. Gone. It looks strange. Nobody has this cut. I think it's the me I' ( Read more... ) -
When I was younger...
I must have been like 14, and I remember distinctly worrying that I thought about sex too much. That I was unusual for a girl and had major issues. I kept it all inside and for all intents and purposes was incredibly prudish. One day however, on a walk with my friends (all girls), we started making up a ridiculous story about some ridiculously hot ( Read more... ) -
The World As We Live In It
As it turns out, the world is tiny small. And the people I know now are just extensions of people I knew then. It's like I'm just turning the picture a little bit and I see different people than I saw before, but they were always there. It's hard to explain ( Read more... ) -
Some thoughts on eyes...
Your eyes
Reflect my confusion.
Echoing my unspoken emotions,
They gaze back into mine.
I know that my eyes
Betray my heart,
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The Show
We played our parts,
We played them well.
Two actors in a sad little show.
The ending was written
Before it began.
The curtain fell,
We took our bows.
The show must end.
And in the dark,
After the lights are out,
We murmur,
"What now?"